Post by rii on Sept 10, 2009 0:58:48 GMT -5
Name: Quintrell
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Sexual Orientation: Hetero
Rank: Wherhandler / Thief
Physical Appearance:
A narrowly built individual that at times appears to be nothing more than legs and arms, yet not to the point of being gangly because he only reaches a height of 5'5 with a potential to grow a couple more inches. There is just enough muscle on his lightly tanned frame to suggest an active lifestyle, boyish good looks–complete with permanently red cheeks and dimples when he flashes one of his roguish grins. The stark contrast between his short platinum blonde hair and dark brown eyes add spunk to this youth. Along with several ear piercings on both ears, and the various rings he typically adorns, the spirited Quintrell tends to be eye catching.
Personality:
Friendly, to the point of becoming misleading. Rarely is there a time when Quintrell is not smiling–and not because he is happy, but usually because he has stolen someone's favored piece of jewelry or thought of a good prank to pull. He doesn't wish ill on people, but honestly, he just doesn't care to get to know people beyond a superficial level. Attachments are not good, they hold him back, and Quintrell is always on the move. He suffers from a short attention span and keeping him cooped up in one place is just asking for trouble. Extremely animated, bizarre, talkative–tends to come off as immature and a class-A klutz. Making a scene is not below him, and when trouble comes his way, Quintrell is quick to flee the scene of the crime. (Even if it is just a simple pie theft). He tends to be touchy-feely with people, even complete strangers–a playful flirt but never serious.
There is a hidden grace to Quintrell, and a level of subterfuge that surprises most people. The jovial youth is likely to rob a person blind while engaging them in a pleasant conversation of lies. He may fall and stumble, but it is merely an elaborate show. There is no hidden beast or darkness within Quintrell, the flashy display he puts on for show it not far from his true thrill-seeking self.
History:
Born at Fort Hold to a family of.. traveling merchants. Thieves or gypsies would a better term, as his family roamed around the northern continent, stealing from one area then selling at the next. Quintrell began to help steal at the age of five; mostly with his older sister to get food. As he gained in turns it became an elaborate game, see what he could steal, and how much. The more challenging, the better. He got caught a few times, but always proved to be quite the escape artist so he never really suffered the consequences of his actions.
While traveling through a smaller town in Benden territory, being 13 turns old, Quintrell was seized while out prowling the market. Men that chained him up along with others to be taken to Bitra to be sold. No horrible fate met him, however, because as soon as he was bought, Quintrell slipped free during the transaction. He spent the next two turns in the forsaken hell-hole because it was challenging (and he didn't have his family to travel with). He ran with some of the bottom of society 'packs' for safety, but for the most part Quintrell was a loner. A friendly one, but a lone wolf none the less.
Finally his restlessness caught up with him, Quintrell began to travel on his own instead of waiting for the slim chance of his family finding him. So, after hearing much of the conflict between Benden and Selenitas (The conflict between Fort and Benden was nothing new, very typical in fact, but Selenitas, he hadn't been there yet), Quintrell stole away on a ship headed south with self-proclamations of becoming a pirate–a really bad idea. The Sea was a terrible place. Wet, boring landscape, and not to mention the constant rocking back and forth. So, after vowing to never sail again (ignoring that he was just a stow-away, and that it was his first time on a real ship and he got horribly sea sick) Quintrell ended up in Southern Hold.
Over the next two turns Quintrell journeyed around the southern continent using his youth to the full advantage. Sympathy from kind-hearted men and women who would take him in, feed him, and then never see him again as he whisked away once bored. Along his travels he picked up stories about Selenitas Weyr. Apparently he had avoided the drama of a Benden attack on the Weyr and also an attempted theft of a queen's eggs. But the news of egg theft got him thinking.. And so, Quintrell traveled with one of the tithes from the nearby Hold to Selenitas Weyr–Dragons were scary, so he couldn't just sneak into the place on his own. They might eat him by mistake. He came and expressed his great interest in place! And they seem to buy it. Ha!
Yes.. yes.. become a rider.. sure.. or steal eggs to sell to the nearby holds. Maybe the Northern Weyrs would be interested. Yes. Anything to make a quick profit. Unfortunately the thief's grand scheme took a sharp detour when he ended up impressing to a brown Wher during a hatching. Seems Quintrell will end up sticking around a bit longer than planned..
It's been a on and off relationship with Selenitas weyr since Quintresk's adulthood. After losing Eikask's run, Quintrell hasn't met resistance from his brown to return to his wandering. They always return, a fortnight at a time, to check on the others, but once a thief - always a thief. Quintrell needs to leave the weyr to have his fun in the towns near and far in order to not become stir crazy. He'd run off for months when Fort attacked; and when wasteland invaded his fellow handlers were forced to restrain him to keep him from running off..
Wher
Paradox Brown
Name: Quintresk
Color: Brown (#8A2D00)
Appearance: Big, Quintresk is. In sheer length, he’ll match (if not surpass) many bronzes, not including his tail – with tail included, he’ll surpass even more bronzes, for his is incredibly long, almost whip-like, flexible and bordering on prehensile, making his rear end just as dangerous as his front for anyone that he feels deserves some small punishment. It’s also very good for winding around His and pulling him along wherever Quintresk wants to go – good luck to His trying to escape. While Quintresk is long, however, he isn’t muscular. A very slender creature, Quintresk is, the length of his body only emphasizing such. His body slides smoothly from the tip of his muzzle to his tail; he sports proportions almost akin to a dragon’s, with a long, slightly arched neck and a small, refined head. While his muzzle is more blunt than is strictly elegant, and his neck ridges are extremely prominent, he still is quite the fine-looking creature. That his wings are smaller than usual will not detract from this brown’s appearance in the least – though they really aren’t too elegant, being wide and quite short.
While Quintresk is extremely graceful on the ground, each step calculated and measured to produce a very quick, efficient, smooth pace that looks more like gliding than actually walking. Most whers will be hard-pressed to keep up with Quintresk, let alone with the level of elegance that he manages; Quintresk has a decidedly unique gait. Each movement makes hide ripple over the wiry muscling under his coat; the appearance might have been quite a predatory, frightening one had something about Quintresk make it look just like natural gliding. If any draconic creature could dance, it would be Quintresk. However, due to the inferior size of Quintresk’s wings in comparison to the others of his species, flying will be completely impossible, and even actual gliding an awkward struggle best left untried should Quintresk want to keep a dignified, graceful appearance up.
In terms of color, Quintresk is nothing short of glamorous. A very dark, rich brown color is tinged with red, the latter shade deeper and more obvious along his highlights and fading to a brown that borderlines pure black on his undersides and the membrane of his wings. Meanwhile, his limbs, tail, and his nose brighten to a shade of brown that’s almost orange-red. Overlaying his entire body are faint stripes in the same orange-red tint that’s seen at the very tip of every appendage, lightening the overall color of Quintresk’s body when seen from afar. Up close, the striping is faintly visible, but it will prove impossible to trace each stripe to its end, for they wind around his body, fading in and out of sight, making irregular squiggles on occasion and twirling around other stripes – along with being faint enough to almost blend entirely into his body. All in all, Quintresk is definitely a uniquely-colored creature, a blend of dark and light shades of brown.
Personality— Quintresk is definitely a complex creature; there’s no doubting that he’s quite intelligent and observant, quick to spot details and small flickers of mood that others will undoubtedly overlook. And Quintresk thrives on details; he loves to analyze everything he possibly can and draw conclusions based on that. Very rarely will he rely on intuition, since he’s safer on solid fact, the tangible, instead of the emotions, but if he must, he will – but not before he has exhausted every other possible source. Mysteries will never exist around this brown, for they’ll be resolved almost before they emerge, from those that are actually significant to those that mean very little to anybody’s life and are simply used as ‘practice’ of sorts to this brown. Quintresk is also a very practical creature. Sentimental tidbits, he is not adverse to listening to, but (quiet though he undoubtedly is) this brown is not a sympathetic listener – though he is in no way emotionless, he has no use for emotions save for a pragmatic analysis of them – hardly what one wants ones’ deepest secrets and fears confided to.
Even so, Quintresk could be an undeniably charismatic creature if he wished to be. Intelligent, confident without being arrogant, and reliable, Quintresk could be a leader. He could potentially lead the Night Watch if he wanted to; he could do almost anything he wanted. However, Quintresk doesn’t want to, it seems. Though he’s aware that he’s intelligent and in no way does he doubt his capabilities, Quintresk is more of an eleventh-hour Samaritan – content to take the backseat and let the bronzes and queens, be they wher or dragon, lead without questioning them except to himself, unless something happens and spirals so out of control that he feels that he needs to intervene – at which point he will, and with grace and modesty enough to allow the “real” leaders to take the credit for his own genius. To say Quintresk is lazy, however, would be a lie – he’s not; indeed, he can be quite the energetic creature if he wishes to be, which includes winding around the entire Weyr in pursuit of what he wants to know, or trying to draw a smile out of His. Dignified though Quintresk presents himself usually – dignified, patient, somber – he has quite the playful side when it comes to His. Never should His be unhappy, after all, and Quintresk will often indulge in bouts of childishness, playfulness, that usually would be quite odd. For His only.
If everyone has a guilty pleasure, Quintresk’s are females. Though this brown will almost never flirt and will rarely demonstrate physical affection, Quintresk does like females – Chasing them, that is. Be it gold or green (though he’ll never go after anything but a wher; he knows his own limitations), Quintresk is fond of them. And he will Chase them, unless His specifically requests that he does not. Even when after females, Quintresk will never make an excessive amount of noise, being practically noiseless throughout the entire affair – and afterwards, he will never stay long to lavish attention on any female. Very direct, he can be, when he wants to be; this brown is less than interested in acquiring a permanent mate. His preferring female company is, too, apparent in the fact that he prefers His to be around females as opposed to males. Though he’ll never vocally protest – he’d never ask His to do anything that His does not want to do unless it’s absolutely necessary, after all – it’s clear in that he’s much more welcoming around human females, often going as far as to nudge them if His is particularly fond of them, while male humans will be simply watched.
Scorpion Bronze
Name:
Age: Adult
Color: Bronze #A8A154
Gender: Male
Based Off Of: K'sel
Physical Description: This male is average-sized for a bronze salamandyr, with a body shape that some might consider odd. He’s not fat - far from. He is, however, wider than the average salamandyr, though not unattractively so; he simply looks more flat than most of his kind do. His wings are average-sized, which emphasizes the width of his body and will probably be a detriment to him in flight as he will no doubt be heavier than most of his kind are by proxy; this little male will be lucky to glide, let alone fly in truth. His legs are slightly shorter than most salamandyr’s, which gives the impression of him continuously crouching down low to the ground - he’s simply a short salamandyr in terms of ‘height.’ His tail, on the other hand, is long - even for a salamandyr’s. Unnaturally spindly, it won’t be uncommon for this little male to curl his tail around any and everything he finds, even if he doesn’t need it to act as a bracer for him to avoid falling off of something. He has a wide, attractive frill with jagged enough edges to make him look more than a little masculine, easily compensating for the width of his body; he’s not an ugly creature to look at, but he is a little on the strange side.
Bronze. Bronze, that's the only word that comes to mind when looking at this salamandyr. This little guy is definitely an elegant mossy-bronze. His entire body seems sleek and streamlined, as if colored for perfection. He has the typical sheen of bronze salamandyrs, seeming to glow when caught by sunlight, and there’s a definite edge to his color that makes him unique: his body is highlighted in rich, almost golden hues that stand out staggeringly. Complimenting that is spots - well and true spots, a feature almost never seen in the larger salamandyrs. Symmetrical and patterned down his back in a bronze so light as to be described as true gold, the spots are tiny and numerous - almost like freckles. The same markings creep up his neck, with a single marking over his left eye that resembles a clover leaf. His frill is a pure, unabridged shade identical to the majority of his hide, leaving no question to whether or not he’s handsomely colored: none would mistake him for anything but a bronze.
Personality: Most salamandyrs are unpleasant, and this little one is not exactly an exception. ‘Cynical’ would be a good word to describe him, even from the moment of his hatching: he’s always one to expect the worst in every situation but especially of others, and he’s not above sarcasm, something that he understands very, very well. It’s not unusual for this bronze to launch with absolutely snippy comments, usually unprompted, though not about His; actually, to His, he’s relatively pleasant (well, he doesn’t insult his mindmate, at least). He’s arrogant, though, as is expected from a bronze – he’s totally convinced of his own superiority and has no problem (frequently) stating his opinion, pretty much regardless of who he’s talking to. (Unfortunately, this means he’ll probably be telling queens exactly what he thinks of them if they offend him but hey – at least someone’s got the guts to stand up to them, right?) Despite this tendency to thumb his nose at any kind of authority figures, he’ll usually do as he’s told (within reason)… though he’ll complain incessantly the entire time, often making a big, embarrassing fuss in the process. How dare anyone ask him to do anything? What a massive inconvenience!
His arrogance is actually a thin veil for his insecurity; this salamandyr doesn’t quite have the same amount of conceit that most of his color possesses. He doubts himself a lot, especially his decisions, and he worries that others find him less attractive than those of his color – he’s certainly not the most gorgeous salamandyr to ever hatch. Since he’s not the prettiest, nor is he the best in any way, he compensates by showing off and bossing others around – basically being unpleasant. Only His will have the vaguest inkling that he’s not as conceited as he likes to pretend to be, and even then it would be wisest not to bring it up – this salamandyr will deny any kind of ill feelings toward himself, after all. He’s the best, don’t you see, he knows it! (Never mind that he actually believes otherwise – people aren’t supposed to know that…)
Even though he’s mostly sarcastic and unpleasant to be around, he’s not without a sense of humor (however ironic) and he is prone to making somewhat inappropriate but nevertheless amusing remarks, especially to His. He’s a veritable devil-on-the-shoulder to his chosen mindmate and because he never ventures very far, he’s a constant source of entertainment; this comical side is displayed only for his chosen and the few people he’s deigned to trust… which will always remain a small number, since he’s too insecure to put faith in very many others. People are constantly disappointing. Having no expectations means he can never be let down, right?
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Age: 19
Gender: Male
Sexual Orientation: Hetero
Rank: Wherhandler / Thief
Physical Appearance:
A narrowly built individual that at times appears to be nothing more than legs and arms, yet not to the point of being gangly because he only reaches a height of 5'5 with a potential to grow a couple more inches. There is just enough muscle on his lightly tanned frame to suggest an active lifestyle, boyish good looks–complete with permanently red cheeks and dimples when he flashes one of his roguish grins. The stark contrast between his short platinum blonde hair and dark brown eyes add spunk to this youth. Along with several ear piercings on both ears, and the various rings he typically adorns, the spirited Quintrell tends to be eye catching.
Personality:
Friendly, to the point of becoming misleading. Rarely is there a time when Quintrell is not smiling–and not because he is happy, but usually because he has stolen someone's favored piece of jewelry or thought of a good prank to pull. He doesn't wish ill on people, but honestly, he just doesn't care to get to know people beyond a superficial level. Attachments are not good, they hold him back, and Quintrell is always on the move. He suffers from a short attention span and keeping him cooped up in one place is just asking for trouble. Extremely animated, bizarre, talkative–tends to come off as immature and a class-A klutz. Making a scene is not below him, and when trouble comes his way, Quintrell is quick to flee the scene of the crime. (Even if it is just a simple pie theft). He tends to be touchy-feely with people, even complete strangers–a playful flirt but never serious.
There is a hidden grace to Quintrell, and a level of subterfuge that surprises most people. The jovial youth is likely to rob a person blind while engaging them in a pleasant conversation of lies. He may fall and stumble, but it is merely an elaborate show. There is no hidden beast or darkness within Quintrell, the flashy display he puts on for show it not far from his true thrill-seeking self.
History:
Born at Fort Hold to a family of.. traveling merchants. Thieves or gypsies would a better term, as his family roamed around the northern continent, stealing from one area then selling at the next. Quintrell began to help steal at the age of five; mostly with his older sister to get food. As he gained in turns it became an elaborate game, see what he could steal, and how much. The more challenging, the better. He got caught a few times, but always proved to be quite the escape artist so he never really suffered the consequences of his actions.
While traveling through a smaller town in Benden territory, being 13 turns old, Quintrell was seized while out prowling the market. Men that chained him up along with others to be taken to Bitra to be sold. No horrible fate met him, however, because as soon as he was bought, Quintrell slipped free during the transaction. He spent the next two turns in the forsaken hell-hole because it was challenging (and he didn't have his family to travel with). He ran with some of the bottom of society 'packs' for safety, but for the most part Quintrell was a loner. A friendly one, but a lone wolf none the less.
Finally his restlessness caught up with him, Quintrell began to travel on his own instead of waiting for the slim chance of his family finding him. So, after hearing much of the conflict between Benden and Selenitas (The conflict between Fort and Benden was nothing new, very typical in fact, but Selenitas, he hadn't been there yet), Quintrell stole away on a ship headed south with self-proclamations of becoming a pirate–a really bad idea. The Sea was a terrible place. Wet, boring landscape, and not to mention the constant rocking back and forth. So, after vowing to never sail again (ignoring that he was just a stow-away, and that it was his first time on a real ship and he got horribly sea sick) Quintrell ended up in Southern Hold.
Over the next two turns Quintrell journeyed around the southern continent using his youth to the full advantage. Sympathy from kind-hearted men and women who would take him in, feed him, and then never see him again as he whisked away once bored. Along his travels he picked up stories about Selenitas Weyr. Apparently he had avoided the drama of a Benden attack on the Weyr and also an attempted theft of a queen's eggs. But the news of egg theft got him thinking.. And so, Quintrell traveled with one of the tithes from the nearby Hold to Selenitas Weyr–Dragons were scary, so he couldn't just sneak into the place on his own. They might eat him by mistake. He came and expressed his great interest in place! And they seem to buy it. Ha!
Yes.. yes.. become a rider.. sure.. or steal eggs to sell to the nearby holds. Maybe the Northern Weyrs would be interested. Yes. Anything to make a quick profit. Unfortunately the thief's grand scheme took a sharp detour when he ended up impressing to a brown Wher during a hatching. Seems Quintrell will end up sticking around a bit longer than planned..
It's been a on and off relationship with Selenitas weyr since Quintresk's adulthood. After losing Eikask's run, Quintrell hasn't met resistance from his brown to return to his wandering. They always return, a fortnight at a time, to check on the others, but once a thief - always a thief. Quintrell needs to leave the weyr to have his fun in the towns near and far in order to not become stir crazy. He'd run off for months when Fort attacked; and when wasteland invaded his fellow handlers were forced to restrain him to keep him from running off..
Wher
Paradox Brown
Name: Quintresk
Color: Brown (#8A2D00)
Appearance: Big, Quintresk is. In sheer length, he’ll match (if not surpass) many bronzes, not including his tail – with tail included, he’ll surpass even more bronzes, for his is incredibly long, almost whip-like, flexible and bordering on prehensile, making his rear end just as dangerous as his front for anyone that he feels deserves some small punishment. It’s also very good for winding around His and pulling him along wherever Quintresk wants to go – good luck to His trying to escape. While Quintresk is long, however, he isn’t muscular. A very slender creature, Quintresk is, the length of his body only emphasizing such. His body slides smoothly from the tip of his muzzle to his tail; he sports proportions almost akin to a dragon’s, with a long, slightly arched neck and a small, refined head. While his muzzle is more blunt than is strictly elegant, and his neck ridges are extremely prominent, he still is quite the fine-looking creature. That his wings are smaller than usual will not detract from this brown’s appearance in the least – though they really aren’t too elegant, being wide and quite short.
While Quintresk is extremely graceful on the ground, each step calculated and measured to produce a very quick, efficient, smooth pace that looks more like gliding than actually walking. Most whers will be hard-pressed to keep up with Quintresk, let alone with the level of elegance that he manages; Quintresk has a decidedly unique gait. Each movement makes hide ripple over the wiry muscling under his coat; the appearance might have been quite a predatory, frightening one had something about Quintresk make it look just like natural gliding. If any draconic creature could dance, it would be Quintresk. However, due to the inferior size of Quintresk’s wings in comparison to the others of his species, flying will be completely impossible, and even actual gliding an awkward struggle best left untried should Quintresk want to keep a dignified, graceful appearance up.
In terms of color, Quintresk is nothing short of glamorous. A very dark, rich brown color is tinged with red, the latter shade deeper and more obvious along his highlights and fading to a brown that borderlines pure black on his undersides and the membrane of his wings. Meanwhile, his limbs, tail, and his nose brighten to a shade of brown that’s almost orange-red. Overlaying his entire body are faint stripes in the same orange-red tint that’s seen at the very tip of every appendage, lightening the overall color of Quintresk’s body when seen from afar. Up close, the striping is faintly visible, but it will prove impossible to trace each stripe to its end, for they wind around his body, fading in and out of sight, making irregular squiggles on occasion and twirling around other stripes – along with being faint enough to almost blend entirely into his body. All in all, Quintresk is definitely a uniquely-colored creature, a blend of dark and light shades of brown.
Personality— Quintresk is definitely a complex creature; there’s no doubting that he’s quite intelligent and observant, quick to spot details and small flickers of mood that others will undoubtedly overlook. And Quintresk thrives on details; he loves to analyze everything he possibly can and draw conclusions based on that. Very rarely will he rely on intuition, since he’s safer on solid fact, the tangible, instead of the emotions, but if he must, he will – but not before he has exhausted every other possible source. Mysteries will never exist around this brown, for they’ll be resolved almost before they emerge, from those that are actually significant to those that mean very little to anybody’s life and are simply used as ‘practice’ of sorts to this brown. Quintresk is also a very practical creature. Sentimental tidbits, he is not adverse to listening to, but (quiet though he undoubtedly is) this brown is not a sympathetic listener – though he is in no way emotionless, he has no use for emotions save for a pragmatic analysis of them – hardly what one wants ones’ deepest secrets and fears confided to.
Even so, Quintresk could be an undeniably charismatic creature if he wished to be. Intelligent, confident without being arrogant, and reliable, Quintresk could be a leader. He could potentially lead the Night Watch if he wanted to; he could do almost anything he wanted. However, Quintresk doesn’t want to, it seems. Though he’s aware that he’s intelligent and in no way does he doubt his capabilities, Quintresk is more of an eleventh-hour Samaritan – content to take the backseat and let the bronzes and queens, be they wher or dragon, lead without questioning them except to himself, unless something happens and spirals so out of control that he feels that he needs to intervene – at which point he will, and with grace and modesty enough to allow the “real” leaders to take the credit for his own genius. To say Quintresk is lazy, however, would be a lie – he’s not; indeed, he can be quite the energetic creature if he wishes to be, which includes winding around the entire Weyr in pursuit of what he wants to know, or trying to draw a smile out of His. Dignified though Quintresk presents himself usually – dignified, patient, somber – he has quite the playful side when it comes to His. Never should His be unhappy, after all, and Quintresk will often indulge in bouts of childishness, playfulness, that usually would be quite odd. For His only.
If everyone has a guilty pleasure, Quintresk’s are females. Though this brown will almost never flirt and will rarely demonstrate physical affection, Quintresk does like females – Chasing them, that is. Be it gold or green (though he’ll never go after anything but a wher; he knows his own limitations), Quintresk is fond of them. And he will Chase them, unless His specifically requests that he does not. Even when after females, Quintresk will never make an excessive amount of noise, being practically noiseless throughout the entire affair – and afterwards, he will never stay long to lavish attention on any female. Very direct, he can be, when he wants to be; this brown is less than interested in acquiring a permanent mate. His preferring female company is, too, apparent in the fact that he prefers His to be around females as opposed to males. Though he’ll never vocally protest – he’d never ask His to do anything that His does not want to do unless it’s absolutely necessary, after all – it’s clear in that he’s much more welcoming around human females, often going as far as to nudge them if His is particularly fond of them, while male humans will be simply watched.
Scorpion Bronze
Name:
Age: Adult
Color: Bronze #A8A154
Gender: Male
Based Off Of: K'sel
Physical Description: This male is average-sized for a bronze salamandyr, with a body shape that some might consider odd. He’s not fat - far from. He is, however, wider than the average salamandyr, though not unattractively so; he simply looks more flat than most of his kind do. His wings are average-sized, which emphasizes the width of his body and will probably be a detriment to him in flight as he will no doubt be heavier than most of his kind are by proxy; this little male will be lucky to glide, let alone fly in truth. His legs are slightly shorter than most salamandyr’s, which gives the impression of him continuously crouching down low to the ground - he’s simply a short salamandyr in terms of ‘height.’ His tail, on the other hand, is long - even for a salamandyr’s. Unnaturally spindly, it won’t be uncommon for this little male to curl his tail around any and everything he finds, even if he doesn’t need it to act as a bracer for him to avoid falling off of something. He has a wide, attractive frill with jagged enough edges to make him look more than a little masculine, easily compensating for the width of his body; he’s not an ugly creature to look at, but he is a little on the strange side.
Bronze. Bronze, that's the only word that comes to mind when looking at this salamandyr. This little guy is definitely an elegant mossy-bronze. His entire body seems sleek and streamlined, as if colored for perfection. He has the typical sheen of bronze salamandyrs, seeming to glow when caught by sunlight, and there’s a definite edge to his color that makes him unique: his body is highlighted in rich, almost golden hues that stand out staggeringly. Complimenting that is spots - well and true spots, a feature almost never seen in the larger salamandyrs. Symmetrical and patterned down his back in a bronze so light as to be described as true gold, the spots are tiny and numerous - almost like freckles. The same markings creep up his neck, with a single marking over his left eye that resembles a clover leaf. His frill is a pure, unabridged shade identical to the majority of his hide, leaving no question to whether or not he’s handsomely colored: none would mistake him for anything but a bronze.
Personality: Most salamandyrs are unpleasant, and this little one is not exactly an exception. ‘Cynical’ would be a good word to describe him, even from the moment of his hatching: he’s always one to expect the worst in every situation but especially of others, and he’s not above sarcasm, something that he understands very, very well. It’s not unusual for this bronze to launch with absolutely snippy comments, usually unprompted, though not about His; actually, to His, he’s relatively pleasant (well, he doesn’t insult his mindmate, at least). He’s arrogant, though, as is expected from a bronze – he’s totally convinced of his own superiority and has no problem (frequently) stating his opinion, pretty much regardless of who he’s talking to. (Unfortunately, this means he’ll probably be telling queens exactly what he thinks of them if they offend him but hey – at least someone’s got the guts to stand up to them, right?) Despite this tendency to thumb his nose at any kind of authority figures, he’ll usually do as he’s told (within reason)… though he’ll complain incessantly the entire time, often making a big, embarrassing fuss in the process. How dare anyone ask him to do anything? What a massive inconvenience!
His arrogance is actually a thin veil for his insecurity; this salamandyr doesn’t quite have the same amount of conceit that most of his color possesses. He doubts himself a lot, especially his decisions, and he worries that others find him less attractive than those of his color – he’s certainly not the most gorgeous salamandyr to ever hatch. Since he’s not the prettiest, nor is he the best in any way, he compensates by showing off and bossing others around – basically being unpleasant. Only His will have the vaguest inkling that he’s not as conceited as he likes to pretend to be, and even then it would be wisest not to bring it up – this salamandyr will deny any kind of ill feelings toward himself, after all. He’s the best, don’t you see, he knows it! (Never mind that he actually believes otherwise – people aren’t supposed to know that…)
Even though he’s mostly sarcastic and unpleasant to be around, he’s not without a sense of humor (however ironic) and he is prone to making somewhat inappropriate but nevertheless amusing remarks, especially to His. He’s a veritable devil-on-the-shoulder to his chosen mindmate and because he never ventures very far, he’s a constant source of entertainment; this comical side is displayed only for his chosen and the few people he’s deigned to trust… which will always remain a small number, since he’s too insecure to put faith in very many others. People are constantly disappointing. Having no expectations means he can never be let down, right?
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