Post by Kisha-Ra on Feb 11, 2008 12:52:08 GMT -5
DECEASED ~ Died in Burimyu Tithe Theft 3017
Humans:
Name: R’fuin (formerly Raefuin)
Age: 23 (birth month: June)
Gender: male
Sexual Orientation: bisexual
Rank: wingrider/searchrider
Physical Appearance: R’fuin always comes of a as young and unsure, no matter what he does to try and look more mature. Part of it is that he really is young but there will probably be something about R’fuin that shouts ‘Little boy!’ at people until his hair turns grey. It’s a combination of innocent looking blue eyes, a boyish grin, and diffident body language that suggests he’s trying very hard to stay out of the way, even when he’s deliberately getting in the way.
R’fuin one of those broad shouldered types that tend to look like muscle bound oafs at first glance, though in reality he hasn’t got that much more in the way of muscle than anyone who works hard at mostly physical tasks would have. It’s been bestowed by hard work, combat training, and the sheer amount of physical labour involved in riding and caring for a dragon rather than any intentional working out.
R’fuin could be seen as somewhat vain, he knows what his best features are and enhances them as appropriate, he tends to wear blue shirts that highlight that dark blue of his eyes, and keeps his hair longer than most pernese men, at shoulder length, as he knows it makes him more memorable. He’s not all that self conscious about the scars that show up against his tan, everyone he knows is scarred in some way, and most of them a great deal worse than him.
Personality: R’fuin seems to be friendly, outgoing, and quite amazingly innocent for a former Benden rider, and indeed this is the surface of his personality, the face presented to the greater part of the world. Nothing ever seems to keep him down for long, every insult, slight, and hurt forgotten in a few short hours.
Naturally that isn’t all there is to R’fuin, if it were he’d probably be filling a grave back in the north. Under his harmless little façade he can be as suspicious and fearful as anyone with a classical northern education. He just wants things to be otherwise, so he makes an effort in that direction and tries to ignore things he doesn’t like, often taking the path of least resistance. He’s had a great deal of practice in that area. However no matter how hard R’fuin tries doubts creep into his life, once they’re there he’s apt to pretend there’s nothing wrong and niggle at them in private, blowing them out of all proportion. (OMG! A spot! I’ve got the plague!)
One thing anyone who hangs around R’fuin for a while will notice is his dramatic flair for ‘falling in love’. That is to say he’ll see the most beautiful, untouchable, lady in the whole of the south walk by, declare at once to anyone nearby how exquisite she is and so on, spend the next month or so mooning and composing really bad poetry, then forget her. This whole act leads most people who know him to believe that if he ever did fall in love, he wouldn’t even recognise it, and they may well be right. One thing is true, R’fuin isn’t exactly mr. hard to pull, in fact he’s quite prone to just falling into bed with anyone who looks remotely interested.
History: fifth born to the youngest son of the lord holder of High Reaches and growing up in the same general way as all young boys do. His sister Razi was searched when R’fuin, then Raefuin, was fourteen and he very nearly died of envy on the spot.
However another search of the hold almost a full year later had Raefuin dragged off to stand for a clutch. There he Impressed blue Ylonth. Impressing Ylonth had a great maturing effect on R’fuin, or maybe weyrling lessons beat him into the ground.
Though R’fuin was afraid for most of the time at Benden he never gave up hope, partly because he still had a boy’s belief in the essential fairness of life and partly because he had so little else besides.
Though he believed that weyrling lessons were designed to teach him to take plenty and keep his mouth shut he always took care to do well, but never to excel, thus he avoided notice most of the time by never being particularly good or bad.
Over the turns R’fuin became an odd sort of person, keeping up a semi façade of cowed depression and obedience to orders while always harbouring the faint spark of hope for the future.
Meeting a green in combat became a turning point for R’fuin. For the green’s rider was none other than his sister Razi, by disengaging and fleeing R’fuin lured his sister and her dragon far enough away from combat to talk to, however it seemed he said the wrong things for they fled between.
After that encounter something burned in R’fuin like madness, his only true desire was to get himself, his sister and their dragons away from what the Weyrs had become. His lack of ideas in that direction tormented him day and night for months, by day he would work with his eyes focused on something far away and by night he would lie awake coming up with wild schemes.
In the end it was Razi, via Kismeth and Ylonth, who gave him inspiration, the time however would rely on luck. For once luck was on his side, shortly after his great inspiration a second skirmish took place over the same disputed region as R’fuin had fought at before. He passed clear instructions to Ylonth, which were in turn passed on to Kismeth: attack your allies and head south.
Making the journey south was difficult but not remarkable, the worst part was the worry that someone would see them and report it since they had to fly straight most of the way. Sadly in the first months R’fuin spent at Selenitas it became clear that he and Razi no longer had much in common and they drifted away from each other.
Soon after R’fuin’s arrival at Selenitas it became apparent that the small Weyr had more problems than just the war to contend with. The self proclaimed weyrwoman of High reaches Weyr and several of her cohorts lured and even kidnapped weyrlings of all ages and candidates to join them and help fill their new Weyr. R’fuin looked down on this, wasn’t this just the sort of thing that started the war? Well no, that had been dragon eggs, far more important, but still, it was very stupid.
Worse was yet to come as disaster struck again as weyrwoman Shmee vanished shortly afterward, which turned out to be the first move of a plot instigated by Benden Weyr, though it was not known at the time. Weyrleader S’rei left to seek the missing goldpair, leaving Selenitas in the hands of junior weyrwoman Keagan, shortly after the hatching of gold Millieth’s clutch of twelve.
Soon after that, the other shoe dropped, right on Selenitas, as C’leon turned up on the hatching sands, announcing a plot to execute the weyrwomen. Between that and the dragons of Selenitas, and finding out that junior weyrleader R’non had been a party in this plot, it was quite safe to say that R’fuin had never been so angry. He joined the defenders and fought wholeheartedly against those who had once been his allies. Eventually Benden was repulsed but R’fuin would never wholly trust the safety of the southern continent again.
For nearly a turn it looked like that was the northern Weyrs’ last attempt at bringing Selenitas either down or to heel. In fact things even looked to be looking up with three good clutches including a queen, However, as R’fuin was now given to suspect it would, disaster struck again. Not long after the hatching of Aslath’s twelve eggs the weyrwoman was poisoned, as were several others. This sudden death sent the weyr into disarray, and into panic as the poisonings continued, eventually the measures put into place by T’rid won out and things settled down but not before a good portion of the weyr doubted the man’s competence as Weyrleader.
Happily for everyone, probably even T’rid, T’rid was replaced as weyrleader when gold Millieth Flew, making Keagan senior weyrwoman, and K’roi senior weyrleader. R’fuin wasn’t entirely certain about having a runaway queenrider in charge of the weyr to start with but he grew to respect Keagan in time.
Dragon:
Name: Ylonth
Color: Blue
Age: 7 turns
Physical Appearance: Ylonth is on the large side of his colour, though not by much, he is just a little longer, a little taller, a little broader, leading to a proportionate dragon shape that is simply a bit bigger than the average for his colour. Ylonth is one of the more bulky blues, it’s clear from his build that he’s not going to be the most agile of blues in the air, nor the fastest, but he makes up for it with endurance, and bucketloads of determination. It’s unlikely Ylonth will let disadvantages like a larger turning circle actually allow other blues to outdo him in the long run.
Ylonth’s colour is plain but rather striking, not to mention ironic in a benden hatched dragon. From nose to tail tip, with almost no variation, Ylonth is a clear pale blue shade that almost seem to posses a white sheen when he’s freshly bathed and oiled. Though Ylonth does bear a few scars as a memento of his time in a fighting wing they don’t show up against his pale hide unless someone’s really looking.
Personality: Ylonth is a generally calm and easygoing dragon, able to stand wing to wing with most stubborn and ill tempered of his species without turning a hair at anything they say. What they do however is another matter, Ylonth’s skirmishing skills are drilled in and though rusty, are still likely to cause unexpected damage to any attacker who underestimates him.
Ylonth has a fascination with small creatures, if he had his way R’fuin wouldn’t be able to move across his weyr for all the pets Ylonth wants. This is one dragon who’s happy to associate with flitters and ‘mandyrs, as well as more normal domestic pets, he’ll happily play silly little games with them for hours. It’s not just animals that attract Ylonth either, given half a chance he’ll settle down and watch a group of children all day. He keeps hinting that he’d really like some of his own to play with.
Noticeably to all Ylonth likes his greens, and he likes them interesting, generally the more atypical a green is the more determinedly Ylonth will chase her, not that he won’t chase the average girls as well, he’ll even try and chase golds if they look particularly lonely.
Pets:
Name: Flirt
Species: Firelizard
Color: Blue (000CFF)
Appearance: Extremely large for a blue (almost bordering on being mistaken for a brown, so big is he), this is one fire lizard no one will forget. His wings are extremely long and thin, making him adept at quick turns, though not so hot at flying. The wings are very reminiscent of his salamandyr heritage, but they can’t hold a candle to his tail, which is extremely long and often animated to express his moods, flicking back and forth temperamentally. His legs are longer than the average fire lizard’s, granting him grace on the ground that most of his kind don’t have and because of that, he’s very fond of prancing about with his tail straight up in the air, absolutely shamelessly showing off. He has a very stream-lined body, not excessively muscular but also not so slender as to appear fragile. All of his ridges and knobs are extremely small, in particular for a male, but there’s no denying he’s exactly that. Everything about his posture screams masculine.
And his color is just as interesting to look at as his build. The majority of his body is a backwash of rich royal blue, as if someone wrapped him in paint. Winding over his belly and up his breast is a light shade close enough to be compared to white, though there’s definite blue tinges to it. The combination of this appearance is that he’s wearing some kind of blue outfit, rather than actual hide. Emphasizing this impression is a loop around his neck in a shade of sky blue that stands out starkly against his back and his chest. The bright shade loops down over his chest and very distinctly resembles a bowtie, right at the inside of his neck where it meets his body. Good looks and brains.
Personality: Suave. Debonair. A real lady’s man. That is the basic gist of this fire lizard’s personality and let me tell you: he’s not above showing off and strutting his stuff for all the females of the Weyr - and that’s not exclusive to flits, either. Expect this fire lizard to be more than happy to flirt his little tail off with whers, dragons, humans, even felines and insects if they come close enough to him. He’s sophisticated and he’s smart - surely anyone who looks at him can see that. With a swagger in his gliding and a habit of absolutely prancing when he is on the ground, let no one doubt that this is one confident, flirtatious fire lizard. He has a very devil-may-care attitude about his flirting as well; he doesn’t much mind if he offends, for he’ll simply flirt until he redeems himself. And he’s more than happy to ignore any attempts at rejecting him. He’s lovely. Why wouldn’t any female want him?
Beneath the exterior, this is one male that has a lot more depth. It takes a lot to get close to this little flitter, but when he does - it’s for keeps. There’s no looking back, no regrets. Should he ever pick a mate that he’s fond of, it’ll be permanent and he’ll chase none but her. Getting him to choose that mate is near impossible, though, but have no fear: he’s certainly very affectionate to his mindmate. From compliments and musical flutes like breaking into song, this is one fire lizard everyone is sure to like. And he’ll no doubt be popular among other fire lizards, too. Who wouldn’t want to hang around a creature as good at making a scene and setting a stage as this guy is?
Name: Irritation (Irra)
Species: Firelizard
Color: Green # e2ffd6
Looks to: R’fuin
Physical Appearance: From the moment she hatched, this green was small – small enough to rival some salamandyr queens, and dwarf her in comparison to most of her kind. Her wings are dainty and delicate, looking as though they’ll break at the slightest touch. Her body, too, is thin, looking as though she’s underfed no matter how much she eats – and she’ll be doing quite a bit of that to compensate for it. With long legs (well, for a firelizard), she looks quite comical in comparison to her elegant siblings. The most defining feature that she possesses though is a long, sloping snout that seems almost disproportionate with the rest of her face, and huge, downright buggy eyes. Looking at her face is like looking at an insect, and she seems to permanently be surprised, staring at people in a fashion that can only be described as similar to “
”! She has a long, serpentine tail, but it’s unlikely to be noticed – her face is just too bizarre to overlook. Why is she staring that way? Why? MAKE IT STOP. This is further emphasized by the fact that her head is just a touch too large for her body. Yes, she looks more like she belongs in a cartoon than reality – that cannot be normal.
Her coloring really doesn’t help her cause. Pale green, more like white, she very strongly resembles a ghost. She’d be pretty, too, if one were to only see her from behind. Leafy green ‘flowers’ cover her back and span over her wings, as if someone stamped her to create her appearance. Stamp. STAMP STAMP STAMP. There are odd rings down her tail that resemble vines, making her look more like a fairy… at least, until you reach her face. And there she has dark rings around both of her abnormally large eyes, darkening right around them and expanding outward until it bleeds neatly into her pale white hide, like her eyes are the bottom of a nearly endless pit. Hypnotic. Entrancing. Insectoid. People are likely to be creeped out by her face and coupled with how downright dinky she is, she’s not likely to be a terribly popular flitter. Her personality doesn’t help her much either…
Personality: HYPER. That one word encompasses her entire personality. An oozing, bundle of energy, this firelizard is likely to both irritate everyone – eventually. She’s loud. Always. No in between. Even her happy chatters are obnoxiously loud (and high pitched). She’s always happy, of course – so this can be a severe problem. She doesn’t understand the meaning of the word “shut up” and won’t even try – chatter chatter SQUAWK, what do you mean you don’t understand, she’s cheering Hers on! Always! He’s the best, best, best – SALAMANDYR – er, wait, what? Yeah – that’s pretty much how her personality functions: she’s extremely supportive of hers, and tends to vocalize it constantly, to the point that she’s liable to make most people (and creatures) want to smash her under a boot. Rather like a buzzing bee, she always seems to hover around hers and she’s only quiet when she sleeps. Which is really more like naps: ten minutes here and there, never long periods of time. THERE IS TOO MUCH GOING ON TO SLEEP.
Unfortunately, while this firelizard loooooves hers (aww he’s yelling at her, isn’t he the best?), following orders is… a laughable concept. Hilariously laughable. Really, really? She’s more likely to be confused and get distracted within five seconds. And everything distracts her. Walls. Salamandyrs. Bugs. Other flitters. Dragons. Shiny objects. Colorful things. Flowers. Smells. Food. LOUD NOISE. You name it, she’ll be distracted by it and go flying off toward it in a distracted flurry – WHAT WAS THAT MUST KNOW MUST KNOW! Of course, her interest in said distraction will be fleeting and she’ll come back to hers, immediately forgetting what distracted her in the first place. In a word: Ditz. Yes, this firelizard is extremely ditzy. Hers will have to learn to deal with that, too, because she isn’t likely to leave his side for long. No matter what.
Possessing a voracious appetite, this firelizard’s favorite thing to do will be eating. Dive bombing into Hers’ food will be a normal occurrence and no amount of mistakes (ouch that stew was hot) or scolding will make her stop. It’s better to just let her have it. She’s also totally graceless in flight, which just makes her ditzy personality all the more prominent. Flying into walls is normal. It’s a wonder she doesn’t have brain damage yet.
OR MAYBE SHE DOES?!?!
Name: Hisspit
Species: feline
Gender: male
appearance: A base coat of dark smoky grey is haphazardly spattered with a mix of markings, touches of broken tabby stripes in silver and black mark his tail and his back legs, a thin white stripe runs down his chest as if it’s not quite sure it should be a marking at all, and a cream coloured mask is splashed across his face as a final touch, it’s very clear Hisspit is a randomly occurring cat rather than one bred for looks.
Hisspit’s stance is one of stealth, moving lightly, one paw at a time, stalking everything and anything he sees. Even when he sleeps this cat looks like he’s only waiting to pounce on something.
Personality: if there’s any doubt that felines are hunters Hisspit will be sure to banish it by stalking and attacking the doubter’s foot. Nothing can discourage him from bringing in ‘presents’ for the people he loves, anyone whom Hisspit decides he likes had better watch out for offerings of live chickens, lizards, and even occasional irate salamandyrs.
Even when he’s not actively hunting things, Hisspit is apt to pounce on whatever comes near, be it animal, mineral, or vegetable. A leaf in the wind, a twitching dragon tail, a human foot, anything that might make an amusing sound or do something else interesting is a great toy for Hisspit, except, strange to relate, actual toys, no matter what contraption of string and rags is waved across the floor Hisspit will ignore it as beneath his dignity.
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Humans:
Name: R’fuin (formerly Raefuin)
Age: 23 (birth month: June)
Gender: male
Sexual Orientation: bisexual
Rank: wingrider/searchrider
Physical Appearance: R’fuin always comes of a as young and unsure, no matter what he does to try and look more mature. Part of it is that he really is young but there will probably be something about R’fuin that shouts ‘Little boy!’ at people until his hair turns grey. It’s a combination of innocent looking blue eyes, a boyish grin, and diffident body language that suggests he’s trying very hard to stay out of the way, even when he’s deliberately getting in the way.
R’fuin one of those broad shouldered types that tend to look like muscle bound oafs at first glance, though in reality he hasn’t got that much more in the way of muscle than anyone who works hard at mostly physical tasks would have. It’s been bestowed by hard work, combat training, and the sheer amount of physical labour involved in riding and caring for a dragon rather than any intentional working out.
R’fuin could be seen as somewhat vain, he knows what his best features are and enhances them as appropriate, he tends to wear blue shirts that highlight that dark blue of his eyes, and keeps his hair longer than most pernese men, at shoulder length, as he knows it makes him more memorable. He’s not all that self conscious about the scars that show up against his tan, everyone he knows is scarred in some way, and most of them a great deal worse than him.
Personality: R’fuin seems to be friendly, outgoing, and quite amazingly innocent for a former Benden rider, and indeed this is the surface of his personality, the face presented to the greater part of the world. Nothing ever seems to keep him down for long, every insult, slight, and hurt forgotten in a few short hours.
Naturally that isn’t all there is to R’fuin, if it were he’d probably be filling a grave back in the north. Under his harmless little façade he can be as suspicious and fearful as anyone with a classical northern education. He just wants things to be otherwise, so he makes an effort in that direction and tries to ignore things he doesn’t like, often taking the path of least resistance. He’s had a great deal of practice in that area. However no matter how hard R’fuin tries doubts creep into his life, once they’re there he’s apt to pretend there’s nothing wrong and niggle at them in private, blowing them out of all proportion. (OMG! A spot! I’ve got the plague!)
One thing anyone who hangs around R’fuin for a while will notice is his dramatic flair for ‘falling in love’. That is to say he’ll see the most beautiful, untouchable, lady in the whole of the south walk by, declare at once to anyone nearby how exquisite she is and so on, spend the next month or so mooning and composing really bad poetry, then forget her. This whole act leads most people who know him to believe that if he ever did fall in love, he wouldn’t even recognise it, and they may well be right. One thing is true, R’fuin isn’t exactly mr. hard to pull, in fact he’s quite prone to just falling into bed with anyone who looks remotely interested.
History: fifth born to the youngest son of the lord holder of High Reaches and growing up in the same general way as all young boys do. His sister Razi was searched when R’fuin, then Raefuin, was fourteen and he very nearly died of envy on the spot.
However another search of the hold almost a full year later had Raefuin dragged off to stand for a clutch. There he Impressed blue Ylonth. Impressing Ylonth had a great maturing effect on R’fuin, or maybe weyrling lessons beat him into the ground.
Though R’fuin was afraid for most of the time at Benden he never gave up hope, partly because he still had a boy’s belief in the essential fairness of life and partly because he had so little else besides.
Though he believed that weyrling lessons were designed to teach him to take plenty and keep his mouth shut he always took care to do well, but never to excel, thus he avoided notice most of the time by never being particularly good or bad.
Over the turns R’fuin became an odd sort of person, keeping up a semi façade of cowed depression and obedience to orders while always harbouring the faint spark of hope for the future.
Meeting a green in combat became a turning point for R’fuin. For the green’s rider was none other than his sister Razi, by disengaging and fleeing R’fuin lured his sister and her dragon far enough away from combat to talk to, however it seemed he said the wrong things for they fled between.
After that encounter something burned in R’fuin like madness, his only true desire was to get himself, his sister and their dragons away from what the Weyrs had become. His lack of ideas in that direction tormented him day and night for months, by day he would work with his eyes focused on something far away and by night he would lie awake coming up with wild schemes.
In the end it was Razi, via Kismeth and Ylonth, who gave him inspiration, the time however would rely on luck. For once luck was on his side, shortly after his great inspiration a second skirmish took place over the same disputed region as R’fuin had fought at before. He passed clear instructions to Ylonth, which were in turn passed on to Kismeth: attack your allies and head south.
Making the journey south was difficult but not remarkable, the worst part was the worry that someone would see them and report it since they had to fly straight most of the way. Sadly in the first months R’fuin spent at Selenitas it became clear that he and Razi no longer had much in common and they drifted away from each other.
Soon after R’fuin’s arrival at Selenitas it became apparent that the small Weyr had more problems than just the war to contend with. The self proclaimed weyrwoman of High reaches Weyr and several of her cohorts lured and even kidnapped weyrlings of all ages and candidates to join them and help fill their new Weyr. R’fuin looked down on this, wasn’t this just the sort of thing that started the war? Well no, that had been dragon eggs, far more important, but still, it was very stupid.
Worse was yet to come as disaster struck again as weyrwoman Shmee vanished shortly afterward, which turned out to be the first move of a plot instigated by Benden Weyr, though it was not known at the time. Weyrleader S’rei left to seek the missing goldpair, leaving Selenitas in the hands of junior weyrwoman Keagan, shortly after the hatching of gold Millieth’s clutch of twelve.
Soon after that, the other shoe dropped, right on Selenitas, as C’leon turned up on the hatching sands, announcing a plot to execute the weyrwomen. Between that and the dragons of Selenitas, and finding out that junior weyrleader R’non had been a party in this plot, it was quite safe to say that R’fuin had never been so angry. He joined the defenders and fought wholeheartedly against those who had once been his allies. Eventually Benden was repulsed but R’fuin would never wholly trust the safety of the southern continent again.
For nearly a turn it looked like that was the northern Weyrs’ last attempt at bringing Selenitas either down or to heel. In fact things even looked to be looking up with three good clutches including a queen, However, as R’fuin was now given to suspect it would, disaster struck again. Not long after the hatching of Aslath’s twelve eggs the weyrwoman was poisoned, as were several others. This sudden death sent the weyr into disarray, and into panic as the poisonings continued, eventually the measures put into place by T’rid won out and things settled down but not before a good portion of the weyr doubted the man’s competence as Weyrleader.
Happily for everyone, probably even T’rid, T’rid was replaced as weyrleader when gold Millieth Flew, making Keagan senior weyrwoman, and K’roi senior weyrleader. R’fuin wasn’t entirely certain about having a runaway queenrider in charge of the weyr to start with but he grew to respect Keagan in time.
Dragon:
Name: Ylonth
Color: Blue
Age: 7 turns
Physical Appearance: Ylonth is on the large side of his colour, though not by much, he is just a little longer, a little taller, a little broader, leading to a proportionate dragon shape that is simply a bit bigger than the average for his colour. Ylonth is one of the more bulky blues, it’s clear from his build that he’s not going to be the most agile of blues in the air, nor the fastest, but he makes up for it with endurance, and bucketloads of determination. It’s unlikely Ylonth will let disadvantages like a larger turning circle actually allow other blues to outdo him in the long run.
Ylonth’s colour is plain but rather striking, not to mention ironic in a benden hatched dragon. From nose to tail tip, with almost no variation, Ylonth is a clear pale blue shade that almost seem to posses a white sheen when he’s freshly bathed and oiled. Though Ylonth does bear a few scars as a memento of his time in a fighting wing they don’t show up against his pale hide unless someone’s really looking.
Personality: Ylonth is a generally calm and easygoing dragon, able to stand wing to wing with most stubborn and ill tempered of his species without turning a hair at anything they say. What they do however is another matter, Ylonth’s skirmishing skills are drilled in and though rusty, are still likely to cause unexpected damage to any attacker who underestimates him.
Ylonth has a fascination with small creatures, if he had his way R’fuin wouldn’t be able to move across his weyr for all the pets Ylonth wants. This is one dragon who’s happy to associate with flitters and ‘mandyrs, as well as more normal domestic pets, he’ll happily play silly little games with them for hours. It’s not just animals that attract Ylonth either, given half a chance he’ll settle down and watch a group of children all day. He keeps hinting that he’d really like some of his own to play with.
Noticeably to all Ylonth likes his greens, and he likes them interesting, generally the more atypical a green is the more determinedly Ylonth will chase her, not that he won’t chase the average girls as well, he’ll even try and chase golds if they look particularly lonely.
Pets:
Name: Flirt
Species: Firelizard
Color: Blue (000CFF)
Appearance: Extremely large for a blue (almost bordering on being mistaken for a brown, so big is he), this is one fire lizard no one will forget. His wings are extremely long and thin, making him adept at quick turns, though not so hot at flying. The wings are very reminiscent of his salamandyr heritage, but they can’t hold a candle to his tail, which is extremely long and often animated to express his moods, flicking back and forth temperamentally. His legs are longer than the average fire lizard’s, granting him grace on the ground that most of his kind don’t have and because of that, he’s very fond of prancing about with his tail straight up in the air, absolutely shamelessly showing off. He has a very stream-lined body, not excessively muscular but also not so slender as to appear fragile. All of his ridges and knobs are extremely small, in particular for a male, but there’s no denying he’s exactly that. Everything about his posture screams masculine.
And his color is just as interesting to look at as his build. The majority of his body is a backwash of rich royal blue, as if someone wrapped him in paint. Winding over his belly and up his breast is a light shade close enough to be compared to white, though there’s definite blue tinges to it. The combination of this appearance is that he’s wearing some kind of blue outfit, rather than actual hide. Emphasizing this impression is a loop around his neck in a shade of sky blue that stands out starkly against his back and his chest. The bright shade loops down over his chest and very distinctly resembles a bowtie, right at the inside of his neck where it meets his body. Good looks and brains.
Personality: Suave. Debonair. A real lady’s man. That is the basic gist of this fire lizard’s personality and let me tell you: he’s not above showing off and strutting his stuff for all the females of the Weyr - and that’s not exclusive to flits, either. Expect this fire lizard to be more than happy to flirt his little tail off with whers, dragons, humans, even felines and insects if they come close enough to him. He’s sophisticated and he’s smart - surely anyone who looks at him can see that. With a swagger in his gliding and a habit of absolutely prancing when he is on the ground, let no one doubt that this is one confident, flirtatious fire lizard. He has a very devil-may-care attitude about his flirting as well; he doesn’t much mind if he offends, for he’ll simply flirt until he redeems himself. And he’s more than happy to ignore any attempts at rejecting him. He’s lovely. Why wouldn’t any female want him?
Beneath the exterior, this is one male that has a lot more depth. It takes a lot to get close to this little flitter, but when he does - it’s for keeps. There’s no looking back, no regrets. Should he ever pick a mate that he’s fond of, it’ll be permanent and he’ll chase none but her. Getting him to choose that mate is near impossible, though, but have no fear: he’s certainly very affectionate to his mindmate. From compliments and musical flutes like breaking into song, this is one fire lizard everyone is sure to like. And he’ll no doubt be popular among other fire lizards, too. Who wouldn’t want to hang around a creature as good at making a scene and setting a stage as this guy is?
Name: Irritation (Irra)
Species: Firelizard
Color: Green # e2ffd6
Looks to: R’fuin
Physical Appearance: From the moment she hatched, this green was small – small enough to rival some salamandyr queens, and dwarf her in comparison to most of her kind. Her wings are dainty and delicate, looking as though they’ll break at the slightest touch. Her body, too, is thin, looking as though she’s underfed no matter how much she eats – and she’ll be doing quite a bit of that to compensate for it. With long legs (well, for a firelizard), she looks quite comical in comparison to her elegant siblings. The most defining feature that she possesses though is a long, sloping snout that seems almost disproportionate with the rest of her face, and huge, downright buggy eyes. Looking at her face is like looking at an insect, and she seems to permanently be surprised, staring at people in a fashion that can only be described as similar to “
”! She has a long, serpentine tail, but it’s unlikely to be noticed – her face is just too bizarre to overlook. Why is she staring that way? Why? MAKE IT STOP. This is further emphasized by the fact that her head is just a touch too large for her body. Yes, she looks more like she belongs in a cartoon than reality – that cannot be normal.Her coloring really doesn’t help her cause. Pale green, more like white, she very strongly resembles a ghost. She’d be pretty, too, if one were to only see her from behind. Leafy green ‘flowers’ cover her back and span over her wings, as if someone stamped her to create her appearance. Stamp. STAMP STAMP STAMP. There are odd rings down her tail that resemble vines, making her look more like a fairy… at least, until you reach her face. And there she has dark rings around both of her abnormally large eyes, darkening right around them and expanding outward until it bleeds neatly into her pale white hide, like her eyes are the bottom of a nearly endless pit. Hypnotic. Entrancing. Insectoid. People are likely to be creeped out by her face and coupled with how downright dinky she is, she’s not likely to be a terribly popular flitter. Her personality doesn’t help her much either…
Personality: HYPER. That one word encompasses her entire personality. An oozing, bundle of energy, this firelizard is likely to both irritate everyone – eventually. She’s loud. Always. No in between. Even her happy chatters are obnoxiously loud (and high pitched). She’s always happy, of course – so this can be a severe problem. She doesn’t understand the meaning of the word “shut up” and won’t even try – chatter chatter SQUAWK, what do you mean you don’t understand, she’s cheering Hers on! Always! He’s the best, best, best – SALAMANDYR – er, wait, what? Yeah – that’s pretty much how her personality functions: she’s extremely supportive of hers, and tends to vocalize it constantly, to the point that she’s liable to make most people (and creatures) want to smash her under a boot. Rather like a buzzing bee, she always seems to hover around hers and she’s only quiet when she sleeps. Which is really more like naps: ten minutes here and there, never long periods of time. THERE IS TOO MUCH GOING ON TO SLEEP.
Unfortunately, while this firelizard loooooves hers (aww he’s yelling at her, isn’t he the best?), following orders is… a laughable concept. Hilariously laughable. Really, really? She’s more likely to be confused and get distracted within five seconds. And everything distracts her. Walls. Salamandyrs. Bugs. Other flitters. Dragons. Shiny objects. Colorful things. Flowers. Smells. Food. LOUD NOISE. You name it, she’ll be distracted by it and go flying off toward it in a distracted flurry – WHAT WAS THAT MUST KNOW MUST KNOW! Of course, her interest in said distraction will be fleeting and she’ll come back to hers, immediately forgetting what distracted her in the first place. In a word: Ditz. Yes, this firelizard is extremely ditzy. Hers will have to learn to deal with that, too, because she isn’t likely to leave his side for long. No matter what.
Possessing a voracious appetite, this firelizard’s favorite thing to do will be eating. Dive bombing into Hers’ food will be a normal occurrence and no amount of mistakes (ouch that stew was hot) or scolding will make her stop. It’s better to just let her have it. She’s also totally graceless in flight, which just makes her ditzy personality all the more prominent. Flying into walls is normal. It’s a wonder she doesn’t have brain damage yet.
OR MAYBE SHE DOES?!?!
Name: Hisspit
Species: feline
Gender: male
appearance: A base coat of dark smoky grey is haphazardly spattered with a mix of markings, touches of broken tabby stripes in silver and black mark his tail and his back legs, a thin white stripe runs down his chest as if it’s not quite sure it should be a marking at all, and a cream coloured mask is splashed across his face as a final touch, it’s very clear Hisspit is a randomly occurring cat rather than one bred for looks.
Hisspit’s stance is one of stealth, moving lightly, one paw at a time, stalking everything and anything he sees. Even when he sleeps this cat looks like he’s only waiting to pounce on something.
Personality: if there’s any doubt that felines are hunters Hisspit will be sure to banish it by stalking and attacking the doubter’s foot. Nothing can discourage him from bringing in ‘presents’ for the people he loves, anyone whom Hisspit decides he likes had better watch out for offerings of live chickens, lizards, and even occasional irate salamandyrs.
Even when he’s not actively hunting things, Hisspit is apt to pounce on whatever comes near, be it animal, mineral, or vegetable. A leaf in the wind, a twitching dragon tail, a human foot, anything that might make an amusing sound or do something else interesting is a great toy for Hisspit, except, strange to relate, actual toys, no matter what contraption of string and rags is waved across the floor Hisspit will ignore it as beneath his dignity.
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