Post by rii on Mar 19, 2010 16:19:55 GMT -5
Name: Kostya (Konstantin)
Age: 22
Gender: Male
Orientation: Bisexual [Equal Opportunist]
Rank: Wherhandler
Apperance: Standing at the average of 5'10, Kostya possesses a physique much like any young male around his age – lean and with a metabolism that doesn't show any signs of slowing in the near future. His hair is kept short, for the most part, and battles between the described as light brown and dark blonde. One of his more notable features are his eyes; which gain most attention because he rarely shies away from eye contact. The color is a pale winter blue, unsettling when focused on his target.
Clothes are kept to the lighter tones to match his fair colored complexion and hair. Having lost most of his belongings to the sea, Kostya has taken what others have given to him out of pity. With his weaver history, Kostya has managed to self-tailor the hand-me-downs from Selenitas into something he seems to be more appealing to his tastes. (It's clear in his choice of style and work that he originates from the north)
Personality: Lies and manipulation are a common thing in which Kostya to indulge when boredom seizes him. He has very little interest in people aside from studying which strings he can yank and what buttons he can jab. Something of a wolf in sheep's clothing, Kostya will appear to be anything you want him to be (easily blends in when he cares to try) – but he rarely behaves in a consistent manner – be assured that he only takes interest in situation or person if he sees a gain in it for himself.
Not to say that Kostay is completely inhuman. He definitely operates on completely different plane of rational and logic than others, there is no doubt about that. But the young man still forms bonds of friendship; strange and bizarre as his versions may be from the 'norm'.
History:
Kostya was born into a family existing on the lower end of society that made their living more off the weaving work of his mother and grandmother more than his father's failed attempts at leatherworking. For the most part Kostya was raised by his older sister, and for her he was the perfect child, away from her the acting out came in full force. It must of been around six when his life started to wind down a peculiar path. Upon bringing home a litter of alley-born kittens, Kostya's grandmother told him the best thing he could do for them was to take them down to the river and drown them.
And he did.
Even now it makes sense to Kostya, and as the turns progressed he continued to lose those little pieces of humanity. When not in the care of his sister, Kostya often took to roaming the other street and mingling with the other children left to their own devices. It quickly became known that Kostya was a troublemaker, and during this phase (although it doesn't seem to be a passing one) that he met Marsayis. An interesting boy playing at parlor tricks. Their friendship was unusual, but it works for them – even if Kostya at first saw it more beneficial to ally himself with Marsayis than war against him.
The turns continued to pass, and as they did Kostay began to develop a deeper loathing for the son of the Lord Holder. Kostya's sister had grown up beautifully and had caught the eye of the Lord Holder and he had proposed tot he family to have her become his son's wife. An arrangement the family would be foolish to refuse. His sister had other plans though, sixteen and full of stubborn will that youth are known for, so when the time came for the deal to be sealed, she fought and attempted to run away. She, however, didn't succeed..
It was a day later that Kostya found her body caught by the dropping branches of a riverside tree. He can still recall how.. angelic and peaceful she had looked. Alabaster skin, void of all the blood to give her the lively blush, her blond hair silk-like in the water and fanned around her face that was held empty eyes staring up toward the heavens. And it was fitting, was it not, that death was better for her than to be force to suffer a life she did not want..
Still, the anger festered within Kostya and he didn't have to wait terribly long before the chance to revenge his beloved sister fell nicely into his lap (and Kostya was never one to pass by any given opportunity) It happened under such odd circumstances as well; with Marsayis talking him (under suspicion) to a secluded place to 'experiment'. They were caught red handed by the Lord Holder's son. The events that followed went swiftly, and Kostya found himself stashing away the body before it fully dawned on him that they would have to flee or face the consequences of their actions.
A time of change, a time of learning – children were always quick to adapt to the oddest of circumstances when it became their daily lifestyle. An adult my wallow and dream of their betters days, but youth lives in the moment. Hunting, stealing, using others to gain what they need – as far as manipulating crowds with the awe of Marsayis's magic tricks to take their money. (Oh it amused Kostya that people were so willing to escape the reality of the war between the weyrs that was a weight on their daily lives. Pretending was so much fun.) Traveling from gather to gather had it's benifits though, and it was often enough that interested fans in the magic would try to capture either of them with the lastest gossips of their area. Tales of poisonings, murder, and a kidnapping – and those silly warring weyrs were the center of it all.
Their fun, however, came to a rather dramatic end when they found themselves stranded at sea after a vicious storm ripped apart their ship. After a night where Kostya decided that he really hated the ocean, they were rescued by a pair of Selenitas dragonriders. It should have been seen as a blessing, but Kostya merely grumbled about being brought to the weyr. He would have left, too, if not for Marsayis's injuries. As it was, Kostya shadowed his dear friend even as the decision was made to stay and actually work.
With the attack form Fort still fresh in his mind, Kostya wonders how long it will be before the northern weyrs wipe Selenitas completely off the map. It seemed inevitable, so why were they lingering? Sure there was an upcoming clutch to consider – but he heard the stories about candidates being mauled on the sands because they were told not to move. The prospects of being a rider do not look promising to Kostya.
Unfortunately, Kostya found himself dragged to a wild wher hatchling and ended up bonded to a green wher. A green. From the first day of impression Kostya vowed to break the norm of being a green rider, and he set out to prove he wasn't a green by charming his fellow green wherling - a very stubborn (if naive) youth by the name of Tekivix. By constantly endearing his wher to Vix's, Kostya managed to manipulate Konstask not only into chasing Tekivisk when she ran, but being part of the catching as well. Pleased with himself, Kostya has sought to do it again to another green handler. The whole wasteland ordeal having absolutely no affect on Kostya's personal goals..
Regal Fritillary White Salamandyr
Name: Mirage
Impressed to: Kostya
Color: FFFFDA white
Age: Adult
Appearance: Almost miniscule this mandyr would be an easy one to lose. From nose to tail tip it will only measure to about the length of someone’s pointer finger. Very dainty and delicate looking this is the only baby in the entire clutch that sports a frill. However you would almost think it doesn’t have one. You certainly can’t tell unless you look very closely. For you see the membrane spanning between this white’s head spines is completely transparent. The only thing that clues you into it’s presence besides touching it is the network of veins carrying ichor that can bee seen suspended through the membrane. It gives the mandyr an almost creepy appearance when it frills. Especially when combined with it’s almond almost catlike slanted eyes. Which always seem to remain open even during sleep because all of it’s eyelids are also transparent. A disconcerting sight to be sure for most people.
Proportionately the mandyr is beautiful and entirely feminine. It’s wings are completely proportional to the body and strong, easily able to support flight. The membranes however are as transparent as it’s frill and no eyelet markings can be found on them. Instead they contain the same spider web looking network of ichor filled veins. Despite their fragile look they are in fact quite strong. Which is a good thing because this white is very fond of flying. Like all whites it will also be able to make use of between. Coloration wise it is a pure white with only the slightest hints of a yellow undertone. The claws have the same transparency of it’s membranes and the sensitive quick in the nails is easily viewable, meaning that should it’s bonded choose the nails will be very easy to trim. Being all over white it lacks any distinguishing markings besides the transparency of the thinner membranes.
Personality: Although no white mandyr has a true gender this little one views herself as female. She expects to be referred to as such thank you very much. Like most females she enjoys being pampered and spoiled. She will never turn up her nose at a treat or praise. She is extremely intelligent in fact. This fact is displayed very clearly in the strength of her images and the way she chooses to display them. For you see this little girl is a storyteller. She loves to pick out certain people in the weyr and tail them. Upon returning to hers she will reveal to him a marvelous story. Which is almost always completely fabricated. However the strength of her images and the clarity of them is very astounding. Almost as if it was happening right in front of their eyes. Because of this, especially at first, it may be hard for her bonded to pick out the true from the false. This is what she strives to do you see. For in addition to being a storyteller she also likes to play games. Especially guessing games. Is this story true or false? Did he really cheat on her or not? Was this weyrbrat really the one who strung up everyone’s underwear in the main hall? Did S’rei really moon the weyr again? Thankfully for her bonded despite being a horrible liar she is also capable of showing the truth if asked politely and will be very valuable as a miniature spy. As far as other dragonics go she tolerates all but dislikes flitters. She doesn’t outright hate them but her dislike of them will be shown by her removal from their presence and her obvious desire to keep hers away from the bigger flyers.
Like all whites she is incapable of speech. But this is okay because both her emotions and images are so insanely clear. There is absolutely no need for speech for this little one to tell you what she needs. She obviously favors females. Oftentimes making herself viewable to be admired and even sharing a story or two with them as if chatting with a long lost girl friend. Being white and genderless she will also never rise or chase. But this is entirely okay with her because her heart completely and totally belongs to hers. He is her love you see and there is no need for any other male. She is content to share hers with others however. She is just very choosy over who hers is allowed to like. If she dislikes a person it will not be uncommon for her to make up horrible lies about them and tail them to spy in an attempt to turn her bonded’s attention elsewhere. She is only looking out for his best interests after all.
Foxtrot Green[/u] Wher
Bonded to: Kostya
Name: Konstask
Color: Green #33AA44 #014421
Physical Appearance: This green's vanity is not without good reason. It is undeniable that she is a pretty green. She is thin and long for a wher with wings a bit on the small side for any prolonged gliding. Her tail is unusually thin and whippy and it tends to make strange s-curves in the air as she walks. Her ridges are smaller and rounder than most whers. This combined with her proportions gives her a delicate appearance. The way she walks or runs is light and more like prancing than anything else. She's very graceful and this shows in the way she holds herself. She is incredibly quick when she wants to be.
The Foxtrot green has a lovely emerald green colour as her base colour, though a large amount of it is covered by a dark forest green all along her back, the outsides of her upper legs and half of the top of her tail. The forest green starts at a near black along her spine but lightens until it blends with her base colour along her extremities. Her wings are a mix of the two greens. Where the bones in the wing are the forest green colour is, but along the membrane is the emerald green colour. While her neck and head are mostly free of the forest green she does have a patch around her right eye. Most of it is roughly circular but there's a thin line from the right edge of her eye that goes down towards her snout.
Personality: The Foxtrot green is best defined as vain. Everything about her personality centers on the belief that she is the single most gorgeous creature. She looks down on others because of this but more so those from other species. She is capable of recognizing beauty in others and this determines her level of respect for them. Hers she will treat with the utmost respect at all times for they were chosen because they were the second most gorgeous being. Her vanity leads to choosing a single mate hard. Under Run lust she is willing to lower her standards ever so slightly but at other times she is in desperate search for one who she believes can match her.
This green is very easily upset. If she is sufficiently bothered by others she will throw a tantrum consisting of much growling and bouncing in place. If no one consoles her immediately after her tantrum she will sit down with her back to as many of the offenders as possible and sulk for as long as it takes for someone to acknowledge that someone has wronged her. Being the stubborn green she is she is quite willing to wait all night if she must. She also likes to do tricks to show off her beauty and skill and she fully expects everyone to admire them or she will throw a tantrum.
Age: 22
Gender: Male
Orientation: Bisexual [Equal Opportunist]
Rank: Wherhandler
Apperance: Standing at the average of 5'10, Kostya possesses a physique much like any young male around his age – lean and with a metabolism that doesn't show any signs of slowing in the near future. His hair is kept short, for the most part, and battles between the described as light brown and dark blonde. One of his more notable features are his eyes; which gain most attention because he rarely shies away from eye contact. The color is a pale winter blue, unsettling when focused on his target.
Clothes are kept to the lighter tones to match his fair colored complexion and hair. Having lost most of his belongings to the sea, Kostya has taken what others have given to him out of pity. With his weaver history, Kostya has managed to self-tailor the hand-me-downs from Selenitas into something he seems to be more appealing to his tastes. (It's clear in his choice of style and work that he originates from the north)
Personality: Lies and manipulation are a common thing in which Kostya to indulge when boredom seizes him. He has very little interest in people aside from studying which strings he can yank and what buttons he can jab. Something of a wolf in sheep's clothing, Kostya will appear to be anything you want him to be (easily blends in when he cares to try) – but he rarely behaves in a consistent manner – be assured that he only takes interest in situation or person if he sees a gain in it for himself.
Not to say that Kostay is completely inhuman. He definitely operates on completely different plane of rational and logic than others, there is no doubt about that. But the young man still forms bonds of friendship; strange and bizarre as his versions may be from the 'norm'.
History:
Kostya was born into a family existing on the lower end of society that made their living more off the weaving work of his mother and grandmother more than his father's failed attempts at leatherworking. For the most part Kostya was raised by his older sister, and for her he was the perfect child, away from her the acting out came in full force. It must of been around six when his life started to wind down a peculiar path. Upon bringing home a litter of alley-born kittens, Kostya's grandmother told him the best thing he could do for them was to take them down to the river and drown them.
And he did.
Even now it makes sense to Kostya, and as the turns progressed he continued to lose those little pieces of humanity. When not in the care of his sister, Kostya often took to roaming the other street and mingling with the other children left to their own devices. It quickly became known that Kostya was a troublemaker, and during this phase (although it doesn't seem to be a passing one) that he met Marsayis. An interesting boy playing at parlor tricks. Their friendship was unusual, but it works for them – even if Kostya at first saw it more beneficial to ally himself with Marsayis than war against him.
The turns continued to pass, and as they did Kostay began to develop a deeper loathing for the son of the Lord Holder. Kostya's sister had grown up beautifully and had caught the eye of the Lord Holder and he had proposed tot he family to have her become his son's wife. An arrangement the family would be foolish to refuse. His sister had other plans though, sixteen and full of stubborn will that youth are known for, so when the time came for the deal to be sealed, she fought and attempted to run away. She, however, didn't succeed..
It was a day later that Kostya found her body caught by the dropping branches of a riverside tree. He can still recall how.. angelic and peaceful she had looked. Alabaster skin, void of all the blood to give her the lively blush, her blond hair silk-like in the water and fanned around her face that was held empty eyes staring up toward the heavens. And it was fitting, was it not, that death was better for her than to be force to suffer a life she did not want..
Still, the anger festered within Kostya and he didn't have to wait terribly long before the chance to revenge his beloved sister fell nicely into his lap (and Kostya was never one to pass by any given opportunity) It happened under such odd circumstances as well; with Marsayis talking him (under suspicion) to a secluded place to 'experiment'. They were caught red handed by the Lord Holder's son. The events that followed went swiftly, and Kostya found himself stashing away the body before it fully dawned on him that they would have to flee or face the consequences of their actions.
A time of change, a time of learning – children were always quick to adapt to the oddest of circumstances when it became their daily lifestyle. An adult my wallow and dream of their betters days, but youth lives in the moment. Hunting, stealing, using others to gain what they need – as far as manipulating crowds with the awe of Marsayis's magic tricks to take their money. (Oh it amused Kostya that people were so willing to escape the reality of the war between the weyrs that was a weight on their daily lives. Pretending was so much fun.) Traveling from gather to gather had it's benifits though, and it was often enough that interested fans in the magic would try to capture either of them with the lastest gossips of their area. Tales of poisonings, murder, and a kidnapping – and those silly warring weyrs were the center of it all.
Their fun, however, came to a rather dramatic end when they found themselves stranded at sea after a vicious storm ripped apart their ship. After a night where Kostya decided that he really hated the ocean, they were rescued by a pair of Selenitas dragonriders. It should have been seen as a blessing, but Kostya merely grumbled about being brought to the weyr. He would have left, too, if not for Marsayis's injuries. As it was, Kostya shadowed his dear friend even as the decision was made to stay and actually work.
With the attack form Fort still fresh in his mind, Kostya wonders how long it will be before the northern weyrs wipe Selenitas completely off the map. It seemed inevitable, so why were they lingering? Sure there was an upcoming clutch to consider – but he heard the stories about candidates being mauled on the sands because they were told not to move. The prospects of being a rider do not look promising to Kostya.
Unfortunately, Kostya found himself dragged to a wild wher hatchling and ended up bonded to a green wher. A green. From the first day of impression Kostya vowed to break the norm of being a green rider, and he set out to prove he wasn't a green by charming his fellow green wherling - a very stubborn (if naive) youth by the name of Tekivix. By constantly endearing his wher to Vix's, Kostya managed to manipulate Konstask not only into chasing Tekivisk when she ran, but being part of the catching as well. Pleased with himself, Kostya has sought to do it again to another green handler. The whole wasteland ordeal having absolutely no affect on Kostya's personal goals..
Regal Fritillary White Salamandyr
Name: Mirage
Impressed to: Kostya
Color: FFFFDA white
Age: Adult
Appearance: Almost miniscule this mandyr would be an easy one to lose. From nose to tail tip it will only measure to about the length of someone’s pointer finger. Very dainty and delicate looking this is the only baby in the entire clutch that sports a frill. However you would almost think it doesn’t have one. You certainly can’t tell unless you look very closely. For you see the membrane spanning between this white’s head spines is completely transparent. The only thing that clues you into it’s presence besides touching it is the network of veins carrying ichor that can bee seen suspended through the membrane. It gives the mandyr an almost creepy appearance when it frills. Especially when combined with it’s almond almost catlike slanted eyes. Which always seem to remain open even during sleep because all of it’s eyelids are also transparent. A disconcerting sight to be sure for most people.
Proportionately the mandyr is beautiful and entirely feminine. It’s wings are completely proportional to the body and strong, easily able to support flight. The membranes however are as transparent as it’s frill and no eyelet markings can be found on them. Instead they contain the same spider web looking network of ichor filled veins. Despite their fragile look they are in fact quite strong. Which is a good thing because this white is very fond of flying. Like all whites it will also be able to make use of between. Coloration wise it is a pure white with only the slightest hints of a yellow undertone. The claws have the same transparency of it’s membranes and the sensitive quick in the nails is easily viewable, meaning that should it’s bonded choose the nails will be very easy to trim. Being all over white it lacks any distinguishing markings besides the transparency of the thinner membranes.
Personality: Although no white mandyr has a true gender this little one views herself as female. She expects to be referred to as such thank you very much. Like most females she enjoys being pampered and spoiled. She will never turn up her nose at a treat or praise. She is extremely intelligent in fact. This fact is displayed very clearly in the strength of her images and the way she chooses to display them. For you see this little girl is a storyteller. She loves to pick out certain people in the weyr and tail them. Upon returning to hers she will reveal to him a marvelous story. Which is almost always completely fabricated. However the strength of her images and the clarity of them is very astounding. Almost as if it was happening right in front of their eyes. Because of this, especially at first, it may be hard for her bonded to pick out the true from the false. This is what she strives to do you see. For in addition to being a storyteller she also likes to play games. Especially guessing games. Is this story true or false? Did he really cheat on her or not? Was this weyrbrat really the one who strung up everyone’s underwear in the main hall? Did S’rei really moon the weyr again? Thankfully for her bonded despite being a horrible liar she is also capable of showing the truth if asked politely and will be very valuable as a miniature spy. As far as other dragonics go she tolerates all but dislikes flitters. She doesn’t outright hate them but her dislike of them will be shown by her removal from their presence and her obvious desire to keep hers away from the bigger flyers.
Like all whites she is incapable of speech. But this is okay because both her emotions and images are so insanely clear. There is absolutely no need for speech for this little one to tell you what she needs. She obviously favors females. Oftentimes making herself viewable to be admired and even sharing a story or two with them as if chatting with a long lost girl friend. Being white and genderless she will also never rise or chase. But this is entirely okay with her because her heart completely and totally belongs to hers. He is her love you see and there is no need for any other male. She is content to share hers with others however. She is just very choosy over who hers is allowed to like. If she dislikes a person it will not be uncommon for her to make up horrible lies about them and tail them to spy in an attempt to turn her bonded’s attention elsewhere. She is only looking out for his best interests after all.
Foxtrot Green[/u] Wher
Bonded to: Kostya
Name: Konstask
Color: Green #33AA44 #014421
Physical Appearance: This green's vanity is not without good reason. It is undeniable that she is a pretty green. She is thin and long for a wher with wings a bit on the small side for any prolonged gliding. Her tail is unusually thin and whippy and it tends to make strange s-curves in the air as she walks. Her ridges are smaller and rounder than most whers. This combined with her proportions gives her a delicate appearance. The way she walks or runs is light and more like prancing than anything else. She's very graceful and this shows in the way she holds herself. She is incredibly quick when she wants to be.
The Foxtrot green has a lovely emerald green colour as her base colour, though a large amount of it is covered by a dark forest green all along her back, the outsides of her upper legs and half of the top of her tail. The forest green starts at a near black along her spine but lightens until it blends with her base colour along her extremities. Her wings are a mix of the two greens. Where the bones in the wing are the forest green colour is, but along the membrane is the emerald green colour. While her neck and head are mostly free of the forest green she does have a patch around her right eye. Most of it is roughly circular but there's a thin line from the right edge of her eye that goes down towards her snout.
Personality: The Foxtrot green is best defined as vain. Everything about her personality centers on the belief that she is the single most gorgeous creature. She looks down on others because of this but more so those from other species. She is capable of recognizing beauty in others and this determines her level of respect for them. Hers she will treat with the utmost respect at all times for they were chosen because they were the second most gorgeous being. Her vanity leads to choosing a single mate hard. Under Run lust she is willing to lower her standards ever so slightly but at other times she is in desperate search for one who she believes can match her.
This green is very easily upset. If she is sufficiently bothered by others she will throw a tantrum consisting of much growling and bouncing in place. If no one consoles her immediately after her tantrum she will sit down with her back to as many of the offenders as possible and sulk for as long as it takes for someone to acknowledge that someone has wronged her. Being the stubborn green she is she is quite willing to wait all night if she must. She also likes to do tricks to show off her beauty and skill and she fully expects everyone to admire them or she will throw a tantrum.