Post by Rowana on Oct 22, 2008 19:59:13 GMT -5
Human:
Name: G'tor (Gautor)
Age: 34 turns (Born in March, 2988)
Gender: Male
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
Rank: Wingsecond
Image: Karl Urban
Physical Appearance: Jet black hair that hangs a little long and is rarely well kept. He's recently started growing a short beard and mustache, enough to give shadow to his face. His eyes are deep brown and his skin tanned from the sun. His is well over six feet tall, and his body is not thin, but muscular and well built from hard labor. He likes to wear simple, workable clothing, such as calf length trousers and plain shirt, though he sometimes goes shirtless in warmer weather. He hardly ever bothers to wear shoes, except when it is too cold to go barefoot.
Personality: G'tor is kind and reliable. Being from lower birth, he is humble and modest, but will speak highly of others. He is not loud or outspoken, but someone who is steadfast in defense and always looking for the good in people. He makes friends quickly and hardly ever holds a grudge. Though he rarely loses his temper, it would not be wise to be near him when he does. This usually only happens when his friends or family are threatened.
G'tor keeps a cool head in a crisis, always looking to the safety of others. He is not one to take risks, but is also not afraid of doing dangerous tasks if they are necessary. He works hard and well and doesn't mind doing the behind the scenes jobs that rarely get him great praise.
History: He is the oldest son and worked with his father, Rastor, and younger brother, Fanras, at a Blossom Hold. Rastor traveled to Blossom from Hyphen and fell in love with the friendly Hold and especially the sweet Tia. A fairly poor family, they have one fishing boat, but still manage to keep food on the table and live decently. Rastor is proud of his profession and his family, but wishes he could provide them with better fortunes. Gautor is the only one of the children to have their father's dark hair, both Fanras and his sister Torsi have their mother's golden locks. Though his father's heir, Gautor was not sure of what he wanted from life. Fanras was more in love with the sea and sailing than he was, and Torsi still dreams of swimming with dolphins. For Gautor, the future was as open as the sky.
As a young boy, Gautor spend a lot of time playing with a gang of other boys his own age, six in all. Most of them were also fishermen sons or other holders, too old to need watching, but too young to go out on the boats. They spent their days hunting rock crabs and seeking illusive fire lizards, which they sadly failed to find. On one such day of adventure, a sudden squall erupted while the group was exploring a far off beach. The rain quickly washed out the path they had taken, effectively trapping them far from home. Several of the other boys panicked, but Gautor stayed calm and forced them all to seek shelter under the cliffs until help could arrive. After that, he became the unofficial leader of the little group.
Which was why, when a search rider called him to stand, he was eager to try his luck at the Hatching, despite the growing turmoil that made it a risky occupation. He was 16 turns old. Impressing Ruskeath changed everything. Now he was responsible, not only for his family, put for his dragon and his Weyr. The war and the return of thread made the world an unstable place, and the new pair were thrust into the middle of it. G'tor sincerely hoped the war would end before it reached the South but was determined to protect his family and his homeland should the need come. Not only that, but Selenitas itself was changing with the rise of Shmee to the rank of Weyrwomen. Though G'tor was surprise at her impression, he was not disturbed or upset by it. If Aslath thought she was worthy, he didn't see any reason to question it.
G'tor was poisoned by the tainted tithes that killed Shmee, but survived thanks to the quick work of Saeo and E'rro. During the Bendan Siege of Selenitas, G'tor went with T'rid to the defense of the junior weyrlings. Though he suffered a stab wound to his belly, he did help by having Star provide a distraction. After the battle, T'rid requested G'tor as his wingsecond. Surprised and a bit reluctant, G'tor accepted the position.
Some months later, T'rid vanished without a trace and his bronze Corinth betweened. G'tor took the event rather hard, and spent weeks trying to solve the mystery of the disappearances without success. He moved through several different wings, sometimes as a second, sometimes not. Finally, Mi'rah chose him to second the new Ephemerae Wing. To say that G'tor was surprised would be an understatement, since Ephemerae was a fighting wing and he was only a decent fighter at best. G'tor and Ruskeath spent much of wing drills and their free time training in all matter of skills to help defend their home.
With the new Wasteland take over, G'tor remained with Mi'rah to safe guard Selenitas as best they could. They have been allowed to maintain their ranks, though it is unclear whether they are actually trusted. G'tor has developed a protective nature towards Weyrwoman Kaegan, after Ruskeath's repeated attempts to catch Millieth. He tries his best to support her and it's just possible that he feels more for her than he realizes.
When the Wastelander's culled several of Millieth's deformed hatchlings, Ruskeath went into a rage and tried to attack them. Though he suffered some small injuries to his face, Millieth called the dragons off before he could retaliate. His inability to defend the young ones weighs heavily on his mind as it does on G'tor.
During the earthquake, both G'tor and Ruskeath were trapped until rescue could reach them. Ruskeath suffered minor injuries and his tail was crushed. G'tor's injuries were more sever, but he survived after a long stay in the infirmary. The pair moved to Burimyu with the others as part of the new Selenitas. A short time later, Tervain suffered from the plague, surviving, but loosing her ability to mate.
Much to G'tor's amazement, Ruskeath actually caught Millieth during a flight. The proud brown spent long hours by his queen's side and G'tor had never been more excited to see a hatching. As often as Ruskeath had chased her, he'd never actually imagined he would succeed.
The alliance with Benden filled with G'tor with misgivings. He wanted to end the war, but he wasn't overly fond of the amount of force and risk that might be needed to do it. He rarely voiced his thoughts though, instead focusing his attention on training with his wing so they would be read for the coming conflict.
Aonith's recent flight ending with Ruskeath's catch had brought something even more new into his life. Dorova came to him with the news that she was pregnant with his child. It was as if some long standing denial between the two of them had been breached. G'tor already cared for her and with a child on the way, he was only too happy to support her even more. Soon they were living together as weyrmates, though the looming war filling G'tor with fear for what kind of world he was bringing his child into.
Time would not wait, however, and G'tor would not sit by while his friends fought without him. With Dorova safe at home, he and Ruskeath flew with their wing against Fort's dragons. He and Ruskeath fought fiercely, despite the brown's normal passiveness. Their training served them well and they survived the battle with only minor injuries.
With the war finally over, G'tor relaxed into his new and happier role of a father. His son, Dutoran was born in June of 3019 much to his delight. Busy with his new family, G'tor participated little in the Summit or it's decisions, though he worried about being separated from his friends. At least he and Dorova would always stay together, since he wouldn't leave his son without a father. He and Dorova moved to Inverness to establish the new weyr in the North. He missed Mi'rah and Kaegan the most, but visited them often.
Life continued mostly the same after that. G'tor spent most of his time raising his young son, who was quickly turning into an active boy whose soft brown hair and eyes made him look much like his mother. A few turns later, Dorova gave birth to their second child, a girl named Auora, in August of 3022. Though still small and delicate, she promises to have her father's black hair and brown eyes.
Dragon:
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Name: Ruskeath
Color: Brown 442200
Age: 18 turns
Physical Appearance: Ruskeath is a respectable size, though he will never be the largest of his color by far. His body is strong and a fairly average build. What stands out in his length. Long and lithe, almost like a tunnel snake in the air. Even his wings are long and narrow. This has given him an amount of grace denied many dragons of his size, especially while diving. He will never have the best endurance, however, and be poor at gliding.
In color, Ruskeath is a rich, earthy brown over most of his body. The only interruption to this uniform color is a blanket of deep red from his nose, down his back to the end of his tail. Due to his recent conflicts with Wastelanders, he now has a long scar down his nose and a split over his left eye. 36 ft. from nose to tail
Personality: Ruskeath is a calm and quiet dragon. He delights in peace and watching the ocean waves crash onto the shore. He is a watcher and a listener, who prefers to observe others before offering his own opinion. This either makes him appear insightful, or simply slow. He does have a playful side, however, and can often be found swimming, diving, and playing with his rider off the coast. He enjoys the company of other dragons, young and old, but will often seek solitude for hours at a time.
Like his rider, he is rarely roused and his anger is formidable. He is most often seen defending his friends no matter what the odds. Even then, he is usually calm unless young people are threatened or killed. Loyal to a fault, he has recently taken it upon himself to be a protector for Millieth, her children, and those in his wing.
Salamandyr
Name: Star
Color: White FFFFFF
Gender: Genderless (seems closer to female)
Age: Adult
Physical Description: Absolutely tiny, even for a white, this salamandyr looks more like a speck of color flying around than a living creature. Her (for this creature seems more feminine than masculine by far) wings are absolutely massive, though, in comparison to her size, making her appear more firelizard-like than most salamandyrs. Her frill, though, is distinct, for like her wings it is also large and very prominent. She frequently will use her wings to balance the weight of her frill when she displays. Her tail is also abnormally long, considerably longer than her body length so as to function as an anchor when she latches to her bonded. Perhaps the most distinct part of this salamandyr's appearance, though, is her body shape. To put it gently, she's large around the mid-section. Being able to jump between means she doesn't require as much movement as many of her kind, and the end result is her being 'plump.' The most emphasis of this is in her body, though even her limbs show some signs of weight. Color-wise, this little creature is a pure ivory, unadorned by any blemishes or markings. The white is so flawless that amidst candidate robes, she blends in flawlessly, and hiding will be a frequent habit of hers.
Personality: Food is the main focus of this little white's personality. She is completely fixated on eating constantly and will send her bonded vivid images of food any time she goes more than a candlemark without a snack. Her tastes are not limited only to meat, either; she particularly likes pies and sweets, even though they usually make her very sick. Her bonded will have to keep her from eating herself into a stupor, for without someone to moderate, this salamandyr will never stop eating. When she's finished, she'll usually be fond of hiding amidst her pet's clothing, keeping herself out of sight. Like all white salamandyrs, she's perfectly mute, but devious is a good word to describe her: there is little she won't do in order to acquire a meal. Even if that means stealing, sucking up, or spying. It will be easy to bribe her, so long as food is involved.
Written by Sym
Fire Lizards
Name: Tervain
Color: Green - 1D5C00|002B05
Age: Adult
Appearance: This pretty little girl is only inches away from being a perfect shade of lime green. Looking almost as if the colour has been dabbed on with a sponge, her hide bares a close resemblance to old world stucco or concrete. A multitude of tiny, dark imperfections pepper the surface of her hide to give her a weathered and somewhat gritty appearance, despite the fact that the hide itself is smooth and flawless. Her feet are stained with a deep, dark shade of green that could easily pass for black. The same shade makes a repeat appearance as a wide stripe that runs up her spine from the tips of her tail to the base of her neck, where it then transfers onto her pointed neck spines.
Her wings are well balanced for an animal of her size, and while she will be nothing spectacular as far as flying goes she will be able to put on the shows of aerial grace and speed that only green flitters are capable of. Her size is also nothing remarkable, but this female will make it a point to keep her impressive array of muscles strong and defined though daily exercise. Were it not for the graceful tapering of her face and tail, one might even suggest that she looks excessively male. When she walks, it’s not a delicate trot, but a slow and purposeful saunter with the faintest hint of a slouch.
Personality: This green has a serious and possibly incurable case of Rebellious Princess Syndrome. She is deeply offended by the words ‘pretty’ ‘cute’ ‘beautiful’ and ‘sweet’ when they are applied to her, and is not above hissing and snapping to illustrate her displeasure. She spits in puppy eyes. Showers of affection trigger her gag reflex. This is a female who simply cannot stand overt kindness or male attention, and in a desperate attempt to keep from drawing it to herself she makes very effort to appear as cold and masculine as possible. She will often come across as rude and aloof when dealing with other flitters, and will make no attempt to hide her distain for the kinder voices among them.
This green’s more tender side comes out when she is with Hers and the other creatures bonded to him. She can actually be quite outgoing and playful when the right circumstances arise IE: When there are no witnesses. Her favorite games will be wrestling, fishing and pulling small pranks on others of her species. This flit is actually very fond of salamandyrs –possibly due to their strong and often disagreeable personalities- and may keep a few as friends. When does fly –for her overtly male appearance is nothing more than an act- the favor she shows toward her small cousins will be obvious.
Written by Gale
Do to illness during the 3017 Flitter Plague, she can no longer Rise.
Name: Ranchan
Color: Green BDFCC9| 00FF00
Age: Hatchling
Appearance: Given the lack of exercise this green enjoys it’s not so surprising that she’s chubby. There is quite a thick layer of fat on her body that looks decidedly out of place with her small form. While she isn’t the tiniest green that ever existed she is most definitely on the small side. Her wings are a bit too small to easily support her weight so she generally only flies in short bursts. During mating flights she’ll have a tendency to use what air currents are available…or simply hitch rides on humans to avoid her chasers. She has found several curious methods of movement with her plump body if she cannot get a ride (though in this case she‘s more likely not to move at all). If she really must move on her own she has been known to drag herself or flop along in an attempt to roll.
This green is a startling clash of mint and bright, lime green. The two colours divide her body evenly, with her front half being mint green and her back half being lime green. Well, for the most part. In the middle the colours are very clear-cut and don’t blend together at all. The mint green slowly turns lime green towards her nose and likewise the lime green slowly turns mint green towards her tail. The mint green and lime green are both right next to each other and as far away from each other on this green. While this colouration is quite unique it is subtle and relatively plain compared with others with more interesting markings. All in all, she’s striking enough to warrant a second look but when she’s gone the phrase ‘out of sight, out of mind’ fits her well.
Personality: Lazy to the nth degree, is this green. Pretty much the only time she can be deemed physically active is when it will save her life or the life of Hers (or Flights). This is not to say she doesn’t get around at all. She just prefers to find the way that requires the least amount of work. This involves perching on the shoulders of anyone moving and hitching a ride to wherever she happens to want to go. She has the unnerving habit of completely disappearing without so much as a chirp if her ride is either moving too slow or not towards her destination. In fact, the during trips with people she is utterly silent. Anyone who spent anytime with her would realize it wasn’t that she was unfriendly - she’s the exact opposite - but that she was concentrating so hard on the details around her. They’re just going by so fast!
Why does such a lazy green seek to travel around the weyr? She loves people! …and dragons, whers, firelizards, salamandyrs…pretty much anything that moves. She would try to befriend a wild feline if given the chance. Good thing so few go to the jungle? When not travelling on someone’s shoulder this green is no doubt chattering as loudly and as cheerfully as possible to all nearby. Her favourite place is, and probably always will be, the main hall. Given how friendly she is, Hers will occasionally have to fetch her from the main hall, because this green will prefer to fall asleep surrounded by people rather than make her way back to her home.
Written by Ember
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Name: G'tor (Gautor)
Age: 34 turns (Born in March, 2988)
Gender: Male
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
Rank: Wingsecond
Image: Karl Urban
Physical Appearance: Jet black hair that hangs a little long and is rarely well kept. He's recently started growing a short beard and mustache, enough to give shadow to his face. His eyes are deep brown and his skin tanned from the sun. His is well over six feet tall, and his body is not thin, but muscular and well built from hard labor. He likes to wear simple, workable clothing, such as calf length trousers and plain shirt, though he sometimes goes shirtless in warmer weather. He hardly ever bothers to wear shoes, except when it is too cold to go barefoot.
Personality: G'tor is kind and reliable. Being from lower birth, he is humble and modest, but will speak highly of others. He is not loud or outspoken, but someone who is steadfast in defense and always looking for the good in people. He makes friends quickly and hardly ever holds a grudge. Though he rarely loses his temper, it would not be wise to be near him when he does. This usually only happens when his friends or family are threatened.
G'tor keeps a cool head in a crisis, always looking to the safety of others. He is not one to take risks, but is also not afraid of doing dangerous tasks if they are necessary. He works hard and well and doesn't mind doing the behind the scenes jobs that rarely get him great praise.
History: He is the oldest son and worked with his father, Rastor, and younger brother, Fanras, at a Blossom Hold. Rastor traveled to Blossom from Hyphen and fell in love with the friendly Hold and especially the sweet Tia. A fairly poor family, they have one fishing boat, but still manage to keep food on the table and live decently. Rastor is proud of his profession and his family, but wishes he could provide them with better fortunes. Gautor is the only one of the children to have their father's dark hair, both Fanras and his sister Torsi have their mother's golden locks. Though his father's heir, Gautor was not sure of what he wanted from life. Fanras was more in love with the sea and sailing than he was, and Torsi still dreams of swimming with dolphins. For Gautor, the future was as open as the sky.
As a young boy, Gautor spend a lot of time playing with a gang of other boys his own age, six in all. Most of them were also fishermen sons or other holders, too old to need watching, but too young to go out on the boats. They spent their days hunting rock crabs and seeking illusive fire lizards, which they sadly failed to find. On one such day of adventure, a sudden squall erupted while the group was exploring a far off beach. The rain quickly washed out the path they had taken, effectively trapping them far from home. Several of the other boys panicked, but Gautor stayed calm and forced them all to seek shelter under the cliffs until help could arrive. After that, he became the unofficial leader of the little group.
Which was why, when a search rider called him to stand, he was eager to try his luck at the Hatching, despite the growing turmoil that made it a risky occupation. He was 16 turns old. Impressing Ruskeath changed everything. Now he was responsible, not only for his family, put for his dragon and his Weyr. The war and the return of thread made the world an unstable place, and the new pair were thrust into the middle of it. G'tor sincerely hoped the war would end before it reached the South but was determined to protect his family and his homeland should the need come. Not only that, but Selenitas itself was changing with the rise of Shmee to the rank of Weyrwomen. Though G'tor was surprise at her impression, he was not disturbed or upset by it. If Aslath thought she was worthy, he didn't see any reason to question it.
G'tor was poisoned by the tainted tithes that killed Shmee, but survived thanks to the quick work of Saeo and E'rro. During the Bendan Siege of Selenitas, G'tor went with T'rid to the defense of the junior weyrlings. Though he suffered a stab wound to his belly, he did help by having Star provide a distraction. After the battle, T'rid requested G'tor as his wingsecond. Surprised and a bit reluctant, G'tor accepted the position.
Some months later, T'rid vanished without a trace and his bronze Corinth betweened. G'tor took the event rather hard, and spent weeks trying to solve the mystery of the disappearances without success. He moved through several different wings, sometimes as a second, sometimes not. Finally, Mi'rah chose him to second the new Ephemerae Wing. To say that G'tor was surprised would be an understatement, since Ephemerae was a fighting wing and he was only a decent fighter at best. G'tor and Ruskeath spent much of wing drills and their free time training in all matter of skills to help defend their home.
With the new Wasteland take over, G'tor remained with Mi'rah to safe guard Selenitas as best they could. They have been allowed to maintain their ranks, though it is unclear whether they are actually trusted. G'tor has developed a protective nature towards Weyrwoman Kaegan, after Ruskeath's repeated attempts to catch Millieth. He tries his best to support her and it's just possible that he feels more for her than he realizes.
When the Wastelander's culled several of Millieth's deformed hatchlings, Ruskeath went into a rage and tried to attack them. Though he suffered some small injuries to his face, Millieth called the dragons off before he could retaliate. His inability to defend the young ones weighs heavily on his mind as it does on G'tor.
During the earthquake, both G'tor and Ruskeath were trapped until rescue could reach them. Ruskeath suffered minor injuries and his tail was crushed. G'tor's injuries were more sever, but he survived after a long stay in the infirmary. The pair moved to Burimyu with the others as part of the new Selenitas. A short time later, Tervain suffered from the plague, surviving, but loosing her ability to mate.
Much to G'tor's amazement, Ruskeath actually caught Millieth during a flight. The proud brown spent long hours by his queen's side and G'tor had never been more excited to see a hatching. As often as Ruskeath had chased her, he'd never actually imagined he would succeed.
The alliance with Benden filled with G'tor with misgivings. He wanted to end the war, but he wasn't overly fond of the amount of force and risk that might be needed to do it. He rarely voiced his thoughts though, instead focusing his attention on training with his wing so they would be read for the coming conflict.
Aonith's recent flight ending with Ruskeath's catch had brought something even more new into his life. Dorova came to him with the news that she was pregnant with his child. It was as if some long standing denial between the two of them had been breached. G'tor already cared for her and with a child on the way, he was only too happy to support her even more. Soon they were living together as weyrmates, though the looming war filling G'tor with fear for what kind of world he was bringing his child into.
Time would not wait, however, and G'tor would not sit by while his friends fought without him. With Dorova safe at home, he and Ruskeath flew with their wing against Fort's dragons. He and Ruskeath fought fiercely, despite the brown's normal passiveness. Their training served them well and they survived the battle with only minor injuries.
With the war finally over, G'tor relaxed into his new and happier role of a father. His son, Dutoran was born in June of 3019 much to his delight. Busy with his new family, G'tor participated little in the Summit or it's decisions, though he worried about being separated from his friends. At least he and Dorova would always stay together, since he wouldn't leave his son without a father. He and Dorova moved to Inverness to establish the new weyr in the North. He missed Mi'rah and Kaegan the most, but visited them often.
Life continued mostly the same after that. G'tor spent most of his time raising his young son, who was quickly turning into an active boy whose soft brown hair and eyes made him look much like his mother. A few turns later, Dorova gave birth to their second child, a girl named Auora, in August of 3022. Though still small and delicate, she promises to have her father's black hair and brown eyes.
Dragon:
Pixel bases by LaughingDove; Pixel by Momo
Name: Ruskeath
Color: Brown 442200
Age: 18 turns
Physical Appearance: Ruskeath is a respectable size, though he will never be the largest of his color by far. His body is strong and a fairly average build. What stands out in his length. Long and lithe, almost like a tunnel snake in the air. Even his wings are long and narrow. This has given him an amount of grace denied many dragons of his size, especially while diving. He will never have the best endurance, however, and be poor at gliding.
In color, Ruskeath is a rich, earthy brown over most of his body. The only interruption to this uniform color is a blanket of deep red from his nose, down his back to the end of his tail. Due to his recent conflicts with Wastelanders, he now has a long scar down his nose and a split over his left eye. 36 ft. from nose to tail
Personality: Ruskeath is a calm and quiet dragon. He delights in peace and watching the ocean waves crash onto the shore. He is a watcher and a listener, who prefers to observe others before offering his own opinion. This either makes him appear insightful, or simply slow. He does have a playful side, however, and can often be found swimming, diving, and playing with his rider off the coast. He enjoys the company of other dragons, young and old, but will often seek solitude for hours at a time.
Like his rider, he is rarely roused and his anger is formidable. He is most often seen defending his friends no matter what the odds. Even then, he is usually calm unless young people are threatened or killed. Loyal to a fault, he has recently taken it upon himself to be a protector for Millieth, her children, and those in his wing.
Salamandyr
Name: Star
Color: White FFFFFF
Gender: Genderless (seems closer to female)
Age: Adult
Physical Description: Absolutely tiny, even for a white, this salamandyr looks more like a speck of color flying around than a living creature. Her (for this creature seems more feminine than masculine by far) wings are absolutely massive, though, in comparison to her size, making her appear more firelizard-like than most salamandyrs. Her frill, though, is distinct, for like her wings it is also large and very prominent. She frequently will use her wings to balance the weight of her frill when she displays. Her tail is also abnormally long, considerably longer than her body length so as to function as an anchor when she latches to her bonded. Perhaps the most distinct part of this salamandyr's appearance, though, is her body shape. To put it gently, she's large around the mid-section. Being able to jump between means she doesn't require as much movement as many of her kind, and the end result is her being 'plump.' The most emphasis of this is in her body, though even her limbs show some signs of weight. Color-wise, this little creature is a pure ivory, unadorned by any blemishes or markings. The white is so flawless that amidst candidate robes, she blends in flawlessly, and hiding will be a frequent habit of hers.
Personality: Food is the main focus of this little white's personality. She is completely fixated on eating constantly and will send her bonded vivid images of food any time she goes more than a candlemark without a snack. Her tastes are not limited only to meat, either; she particularly likes pies and sweets, even though they usually make her very sick. Her bonded will have to keep her from eating herself into a stupor, for without someone to moderate, this salamandyr will never stop eating. When she's finished, she'll usually be fond of hiding amidst her pet's clothing, keeping herself out of sight. Like all white salamandyrs, she's perfectly mute, but devious is a good word to describe her: there is little she won't do in order to acquire a meal. Even if that means stealing, sucking up, or spying. It will be easy to bribe her, so long as food is involved.
Written by Sym
Fire Lizards
Name: Tervain
Color: Green - 1D5C00|002B05
Age: Adult
Appearance: This pretty little girl is only inches away from being a perfect shade of lime green. Looking almost as if the colour has been dabbed on with a sponge, her hide bares a close resemblance to old world stucco or concrete. A multitude of tiny, dark imperfections pepper the surface of her hide to give her a weathered and somewhat gritty appearance, despite the fact that the hide itself is smooth and flawless. Her feet are stained with a deep, dark shade of green that could easily pass for black. The same shade makes a repeat appearance as a wide stripe that runs up her spine from the tips of her tail to the base of her neck, where it then transfers onto her pointed neck spines.
Her wings are well balanced for an animal of her size, and while she will be nothing spectacular as far as flying goes she will be able to put on the shows of aerial grace and speed that only green flitters are capable of. Her size is also nothing remarkable, but this female will make it a point to keep her impressive array of muscles strong and defined though daily exercise. Were it not for the graceful tapering of her face and tail, one might even suggest that she looks excessively male. When she walks, it’s not a delicate trot, but a slow and purposeful saunter with the faintest hint of a slouch.
Personality: This green has a serious and possibly incurable case of Rebellious Princess Syndrome. She is deeply offended by the words ‘pretty’ ‘cute’ ‘beautiful’ and ‘sweet’ when they are applied to her, and is not above hissing and snapping to illustrate her displeasure. She spits in puppy eyes. Showers of affection trigger her gag reflex. This is a female who simply cannot stand overt kindness or male attention, and in a desperate attempt to keep from drawing it to herself she makes very effort to appear as cold and masculine as possible. She will often come across as rude and aloof when dealing with other flitters, and will make no attempt to hide her distain for the kinder voices among them.
This green’s more tender side comes out when she is with Hers and the other creatures bonded to him. She can actually be quite outgoing and playful when the right circumstances arise IE: When there are no witnesses. Her favorite games will be wrestling, fishing and pulling small pranks on others of her species. This flit is actually very fond of salamandyrs –possibly due to their strong and often disagreeable personalities- and may keep a few as friends. When does fly –for her overtly male appearance is nothing more than an act- the favor she shows toward her small cousins will be obvious.
Written by Gale
Do to illness during the 3017 Flitter Plague, she can no longer Rise.
Name: Ranchan
Color: Green BDFCC9| 00FF00
Age: Hatchling
Appearance: Given the lack of exercise this green enjoys it’s not so surprising that she’s chubby. There is quite a thick layer of fat on her body that looks decidedly out of place with her small form. While she isn’t the tiniest green that ever existed she is most definitely on the small side. Her wings are a bit too small to easily support her weight so she generally only flies in short bursts. During mating flights she’ll have a tendency to use what air currents are available…or simply hitch rides on humans to avoid her chasers. She has found several curious methods of movement with her plump body if she cannot get a ride (though in this case she‘s more likely not to move at all). If she really must move on her own she has been known to drag herself or flop along in an attempt to roll.
This green is a startling clash of mint and bright, lime green. The two colours divide her body evenly, with her front half being mint green and her back half being lime green. Well, for the most part. In the middle the colours are very clear-cut and don’t blend together at all. The mint green slowly turns lime green towards her nose and likewise the lime green slowly turns mint green towards her tail. The mint green and lime green are both right next to each other and as far away from each other on this green. While this colouration is quite unique it is subtle and relatively plain compared with others with more interesting markings. All in all, she’s striking enough to warrant a second look but when she’s gone the phrase ‘out of sight, out of mind’ fits her well.
Personality: Lazy to the nth degree, is this green. Pretty much the only time she can be deemed physically active is when it will save her life or the life of Hers (or Flights). This is not to say she doesn’t get around at all. She just prefers to find the way that requires the least amount of work. This involves perching on the shoulders of anyone moving and hitching a ride to wherever she happens to want to go. She has the unnerving habit of completely disappearing without so much as a chirp if her ride is either moving too slow or not towards her destination. In fact, the during trips with people she is utterly silent. Anyone who spent anytime with her would realize it wasn’t that she was unfriendly - she’s the exact opposite - but that she was concentrating so hard on the details around her. They’re just going by so fast!
Why does such a lazy green seek to travel around the weyr? She loves people! …and dragons, whers, firelizards, salamandyrs…pretty much anything that moves. She would try to befriend a wild feline if given the chance. Good thing so few go to the jungle? When not travelling on someone’s shoulder this green is no doubt chattering as loudly and as cheerfully as possible to all nearby. Her favourite place is, and probably always will be, the main hall. Given how friendly she is, Hers will occasionally have to fetch her from the main hall, because this green will prefer to fall asleep surrounded by people rather than make her way back to her home.
Written by Ember
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