Post by Sebz on Mar 16, 2011 21:16:05 GMT -5
Gender: Male
Age: 24
Born: May 2999
Sexual Orientation: Hetero, but comes across as Eternally Confused.
Siblings: Half-Sister Casandra
Rank: Bronze Rider
Physical Appearance: Amusing
When you catch site of him, you can't help but be immensely amused. His Sandy Blond hair contrasts so completely with his tanned skin. It may not sound that amusing by itself, but you have to take into account that when I say tanned, I mean he's half tanned- only on the right side. This is due to the fact that he likes to sleep outside on his side, and doesn't usually wake until late afternoon, allowing the sun to tan his exposed skin, resulting in a very visible difference in skin color on each side of his body.
After getting past his odd coloration, Casiloy is admittedly rather handsome, and he flaunts it. Just standing right under 6' even, his rather lean build- though he has an obvious musculature- fits him quite well. His legs, built for running, might seem a smidgen on the long side, but they fit his body proportionally. Deft hands skilled at sword play and quick feet are two of his other attributes, you'd be hard pressed to find someone who could outrun him or out fight him in fair combat- something he became good at through the years he was forced to fend for himself out in the wilderness. He carries two knives, one concealed int he folds of his clothing (when he's being forced to wear the hated garments), the other tied in place by a tether to his right calf.
His eyes are perhaps one of the most interesting aspects, light blue in coloration with flecks of green around the pupil, they seem to constantly gleam. Always giving away his emotions, Casiloy's Charismatic eyes are always wide an inquisitive, giving his face distinct expression. His garments of choice are weyr hide tunics, or a dress if he can get his hand's on one. This is not to say Casiloy finds clothes to be a necessity, and takes any opportunity to shirtless, or shards, he would walk around naked if he could. He's extremely comfortable with his body, taking great pains to keep it in great shape, so why shouldn't others be comfortable with it as well? At the very least they could admire it.
Personality: Quirky
Thats about all you can say for Casiloy. Easily distracted to the point of being described as 'special' by his family, Casiloy has a hard time holding conversation because if a butterfly flits past, he absolutely must go follow. God forbid if you wave something shiny in front of his face, he'll follow until you let him examine it 'for the source of its lustrous luster'. However, if he finds something interesting or amusing, he will try and muster enough self control to concentrate. Since apparently you have to wear clothes to be accepted in society, Casiloy tends to like wearing skirts and jumpers, the blonde boy finds it very liberating, and will be quick to try and convince you to wear one too. Besides his interesting fashion sense, Casiloy acts like a teenage boy, shamelessly flirting with anything that walks on two legs. And when I say anything, I mean anything and everything, from girls to boys (because honestly he doesn't seem to see a difference between the two), to upward walking canines.
Easy to befriend, Casiloy is very supportive of his companions, always offering council when it is needed. However, it is one matter to befriend the boy, but yet another thing entirely to be considered something closer. Casiloy is scared of being hurt, despite his outward, flamboyant disposition, and finds it hard to trust others enough to get close to them. If you do manage to get him to open up, then you will fine, though quirky, Casiloy is rather awesome (at least, he thinks hes awesome). The boy is devious and he sometimes views himself as superior to others. Those characteristics are arguably the reason why he has concocted the idea that he is destined to impress a Gold dragon, the only creature as magnificent as he. That and he likes things that are shiny.
Casiloy views Gold dragons as the symbol of sophistication and power, and he wants nothing more than to be in charge of a weyr. Then he would be in position to modify those horrible riding uniforms to something much more stylish. (He's thinking Pink). He's actually not as interested in clothes as he seems, its just one of his various obsessions that he will grow uninterested eventually. Probably. There's one more thing that is important to know about Casiloy. He can here all dragons. Except not really. He thinks he can hear all dragons, and no matter what anybody says, he will not be deterred. And obviously, at least according to Casiloy, since he can talk to all dragons, he is destined to impress a Queen, and lead 'his' weyr into a more fashionable era. And he's dead serious about that.
In fact, Casiloy would be a good leader. Level headed under pressure, though perhaps that's the only time he can be described as such, he is capable of making good decisions and is able to weigh all his options and possible outcomes. Trustworthy and surprisingly reliable, Casiloy is a friend to all, that is, if they can get past all his quirks.
History:
Pre-Weyr Life:[/u]
Casiloy was born in a secluded hold beholden to Selenitas Weyr, the middle child of a family with five children- all boys, however, he looked nothing like the rest of his family. The only light skinned blonde in a family of brunnetes, Casiloy was constantly being teased about his 'questionable orgins' by his brother. Casiloy didn't mind though, he liked the idea that he was somehow different, somehow unique.
Since his family lived in a mining hold near Hyphon, Casiloy spent most of his time underground, learning the tools of his future trade, dutifully working and giving his part in contribution to the tithes that were to be given to Selenitas. Whisperings of tension in the weyrs passed to the holders ears, but somehow, either through being innatentive or his parents censorship, Casiloy remained naive of the fact that there were any problems whatsoever. From time to time, a dragon would be seen flying over the hold, and Casiloy would always try to talk to the creature. Never mind that those conversations were always one sided, he knew that the dragons heard him and therefore, in his childish brain, he concluded that he could hear dragons as well.
He lived his simple life, his family not bothered by the weyr or anybody else for that matter (at least in his mind he wasn't) for several years, until one day, a little herd beast with bright eyes, caught the affection of the boy. He begged his parents to let him keep that animal, and eventually they conceded. Unfortunately, it escaped one day. Determined to find it, Casiloy left his home without a second thought, no good byes, and set off to find the animal. Almost as soon as he set out, he realized he loved the outdoors much more than he liked being trapped inside a mine all day. So outside he stayed, quickly forgetting about his cute little herd beast. He lived off the land, not seeing any need for things such as clothes (because they just restrict movement after all), and for many years was very happy with his place in life.
Threadfall, though extremely dangerous, was manageable for the boy, who seemed to have intuitively a good idea when it was to come and had enough sense to get under cover- something he always looked for while traveling. The one time he was caught out during threadfall, he was able to get to a near by lake, covered partially by a rock ledge, and wait out the fall with, miraculously, no injury. Forced to fend for himself, Casiloy became adept with the two weapons he had brought with him, a short knife and a double edged dagger. After months of hunting his own food and developing his prowess with the blades, it paid off when he was attacked by a small feline. He killed the cat and took it's pelt as a prize, which he fashioned into a blanket which he used for the remainder of his time in the wilderness.
Devoid of human contact for the better part of three years, when he came across a trading wagon, he proceeded to prance stark naked up to the first person he saw (which was unfortunately a young holder boy) and give him a bear hug, that, to be fair, could be mistaken for an attack. He was promptly kicked in the groin. The leader of the wagon train, thinking he was either insane or challenged, took him in and fed him, clothed him (much to Casiloy's horror), and took him under his wing, being mindful to watch over him at all time. Perhaps the leader's was influenced by the boys claims to hearing all dragons, it would be extremely useful to have such a person on hand. Casiloy was filled in with the going ons of the world and the weyrs- the poisoning of the river upsetting him the most, and re-educated in the proper ways of behaving like a human. Along the way, found his calling to becoming a Goldrider, much to everyone else's chagrin.
Casiloy traveled with the train until they reached Selenitas hold, and thats where he has lived for the past few months, quietly plotting his rise to power in the weyr. Now all he needed was to be searched, and he would certainly impress his Golden Dragon that he was destined for. By some miracle, Casiloy was searched. Faranth Help Us.
June 3016 - 3018
Casiloy spent his first few days at Selenitas camping out near the feeding grounds and trying to converse with the dragons, without much luck. His first interactions with the others at the weyr was at a Salamandyr hatching, where, after kissing Piden, he impressed a brown which promptly stole his name. He next befriended Feyrianth, a green dragon whom would indeed talk with him, breaking the drought of silence that he had experienced with the dragons. Most importantly, he impressed a dragon, a bronze named Kallandrith, whom C'loy would have to learn to love; they were to be life long partners after all. Weyrling training progressed normally, and as Kallandrith began to grow, so did C'loy's responsibilities.
When the earthquake struck, the weyrling found his life uprooted as the entity of the weyr was forced to leave behind Selenitas forever. They found themselves going to Buryimu for shelter, and were forced to start all over. Unfortunatly it took C'loy longer than most to accept that his old life was gone, and this coupled with the death of his pet 'mandyr' during the pet plauge, threw C'loy into a depression that he still hasn't fully recovered from. However, there were some light hearted events that did improve his mood from time to time. For instance, later that year, his bromate Kai impressed to a gold wher, which officially gave C'loy permission to bow in mockery and great his friend as "Your Majesty," for the rest of eternity.
3018-3023[/u]
The year 3018 brought with it C'loy and Kallandrith's first kill. They had been sent with a small group to join Bendan forces in the North, with the objective to learn Fort tactics. Unfortunately, there was a small boarder squirmish which resulted in Kallandrith ruthlessly taking the life of a Fort blue with little to no effort. C'loy was horrified by how easily the bronze had done it, and how little remorse the dragon showed afterwards. Kallandrith assured the boy that it was necessary, but the rider never truly accepted that it was.
As Selenitas made it'd decision to go to the war with Fort, C'loy grew more and more cynical, most likely a result of being bonded to Kallandrith for that amount of time. The bronze's poison seemed to have taken root in the blonde's head, and it seemed that he would never be the happy go lucky Cas he once was. And when it was time for the battle to begin, C'loy and Kallandrith were ruthless, taking no prisoners. The bronze dragon was just to large and strong, it didn't seem quite right to pit a smaller dragon against him. Not that Kallandrtih cared, the bronze never gave it a second thought, leaving C'loy alone to cope with the implications of the killings.
When Fort fell and the summit was called, C'loy was not directly affected by the new terms laid out. He was assigned to stay at Selenitas, as well were most of the people he considered friends, with the exception of Feyrianth and Erilena, which saddened him greatly. The next few years of his life, C'loy and Kallandrith threw themselves into training, C'loy because he needed a distraction, and Kallandrith because the bronze was secretly reading himself for the trials that would be held in the upcoming year. Unknown to C'loy, the bronze had every intention of asserting himself in the trials, and claiming the title of weyrleader. The only event that stood out during this time in their lives was when Kallandrith caught Nitrath when she rose to mate, and Kallandrith fathered a clutch. Both C'loy and the bronze are immensely proud of this fact, and it only helped boost Kallandrith's air of superiority.
Based off: The Evil King
Name: Kallandrith
Age: >1
Color: Bronze: #4C3900 #CEA801
Appearance: Well... I suppose huge is a good place to start. Kallandrith is easily 40 feet in length, almost rivaling his mother and definitely matching smaller Queens in size. The Bronze is heavy set and muscular, yet he moves with a very felinesk grace, its obvious he is very comfortable in his skin. And powerful... those muscles aren't for show, they're for use. What Kallandrith lacks in speed he makes up in sheer brute force, anything that gets on the wrong side of his claws won't be there for very long. The force he exerts with each blow of any appendage is devastating, ranging from cracked bones to death, if he hits you right. And he can too, for the male is tall and long, with the legs, neck and tail to match. Even his wings are long and broad. He has to get into the air some how right? The bone structure in his face gives him a very attractive appearance, and yet... its also, for some reason, a little unsettling.
Color wise, Kallandrith is perhaps, more closely colored to his Brown brethren than he is to the Bronzes. If it weren't for that all telling coppery sheen to his hide, the dark brownish coloring would be indicative of that color rank. That is, of course, if you don't look closely. Starting from the underside of his bottom jaw, a bright brass strip runs down the left side of his throat, down over his chest, under his front left leg, follows the natural curve of his belly, travels between his back legs and runs down to the middle of the underside of his tail... before traveling back up his right side in a near mirror image of the left, ending exactly where it started. He has cuff markings around his front wrists in the same color, but these are thick and randomly brindled on the front. Like jewelry. He also has the Armor like skin that the rest of his clutch received, but his is nere invisible to the naked eye, so well is it blended in to his body. The thick skin not only fills in the circle his belly marking made, but runs over his shoulders and covers a large portion of his back and lower neck. Enemies will be hard pressed to find a kill shot on Kallandrith.
Personality: Kallandrith for all intensive purposes, acts like an angel. He charms and speaks with clarity, he will win many with pure charisma alone. But what most don't know is the longer you're with the Bronze, the faster his poison takes seed in your mind. When those he gathers around him have gotten past the point of no return, they see Kallandrith for his true colors. Its not an angel who has swept you off your feet, nor is the Bronze before you awfully nice. Kallandrith is not here for your entertainment, you are here for his. In truth, he doesn't feel anything about the pain or sadness of others, he sees it as necessary. And when it comes to sympathy? He has little for any creature. He his a master of pleasure and pain, and there are very few who can refuse the Bronze after he's in their heads or hearts. People and dragons alike look past his viciousness, wanting to see the Bronze they knew when they first met.
Kallandrith thinks nothing of using brute force to assert dominance, or get what he wants. If he becomes a Wingleader, those under him will be subjected to a harsh rule. They won't know what they've gotten into. He's intelligent, dangerously so. He listens and gathers information, so that in tandem with his rider, they can use the dragon pairs around them to their utmost potential. He may act dull or a little stupid sometimes... because that is he wants you to think. He wants you to underestimate him, for he is nothing if devious. Underestimating his abilities could spell a horrible end when dealing with Kallandrith. He's completely loyal to the southern weyrs, if any loyalty even exists in the Bronze's being. The ounces of truth and love that glow in all the darkness are reserved for His and whatever female he has on his wing at that particular moment. He goes through females like a person goes through clothes. When he gets tired of one, he'll charm up another. Once he's in, he'll own your heart.
But don't worry... he'll hurt you so good.
PS: Casiloy checked the box
Pets
Cupcake Brown- deceased
Name: Casiloy
Age: 5 months
Born: June 3016
Color: Base: 5C3317 Stripes: 800000
Species: Mandyr
Looks to: C'loy
Physical Appearance:
This brown is on the smaller size for his coloration. He’s not as small as a blue but he is definitely on the smaller side for a brown. Far from being a typical brown in build he’s actually rather streamlined. Almost too skinny really. His ribs will always be just a tad visible and no amount of pushing food on him will seem to change that. His head too looks odd, as if skin was just stretched over his skull he looks a bit scary even perhaps, especially with is overlarge almost liquid looking eyes. Behind his head where his frill should be are the same bony spines his mother seems to gift all her offspring with. His spines are an off white bone color, like his claws, and the tips are wickedly sharp. Easily able to draw blood even if it is only accidentally. With longer legs and a whip thin tail perhaps lanky would be the best word to describe him over all. He has a nice set of fully functional wings and they will be used as his primary mode of transportation. Otherwise he’s prone to trip and fall when he gets his long legs tangled with one another. Flying and gliding is certainly a better mode of transport. Unfortunately it will take him awhile to realize that so he might end up with quite a few bruises and scratches at the beginning of his life.
At least his hide is rather nice to look at. A warm chocolate shade it’s uniform and not at all patchy. Instead giving off a smooth and healthy appearance. After oilings in fact he’ll look rather handsome. If you can get over his strange build. In combination with the chocolate shade his entire back is a maroon shade as are his wing membranes. In fact his back almost looks as if someone spread an uneven amount of frosting over it. The color seems deeper in some areas and lighter and others and in some spots it looks as if it has even started to trickle down his sides. His tail follows the same pattern as the rest of his siblings. Maroon rings from base to tip.
Personality:
This brown is unfortunately not very intelligent at all. He just can’t seem to grasp most things or ideas. Even if he does try to understand it almost always seems that at least some part of the topic or idea eludes him. He’s prone to throwing spectacular fits when he gets frustrated. Thankfully these fits don’t seems to last all that long. In fact he’s easily distracted from his tantrums if you offer him something shiny or odd shaped. He won’t ever have a very large vocabulary. In fact he will be lucky if he learns more than eight words or so. He does however have a remarkable ability to mimic noises. Bird calls, whistles, beeps, chirps, doors slamming, yells, moans, grunts, barks, cat calls, you name it it’s likely he can find a way to get his vocal cords to mimic it. He’s fond of using these sounds too. Solely to get reactions from the things around him. Because whoever would think that a mandyr could makes those sounds? He absolutely loves the reactions he can produce and it’s one of his favorite things to do. He’s moderately fond of his bonded. Not for him is the oozing of hearts and fluffy feelings. He loves his sure, but he’s not obsessed by any means.
He’s more fond of messing with people and learning new sounds then he is in spending much time with his bonded in fact. He also likes to collect odd shaped things. Anything that looks a bit odd he’ll try to covet. Shiny things work too. But he prefers odd shaped and shiny. The brown seems to like firelizards quite a bit as well. Perhaps because they seem to be the most interested in the sounds he creates. He’s not fond of his own species at all. No doubt due to the fact that most of them will be prone to tease and hassle him. Other humans are targets for his amusement. As are dragons, whers, dogs, cats, children, anything that he can mess with really. He’s not trying to be cruel by any means. He just likes to play tricks. He’s not smart enough to do it for sinister reasons. In matters of mating he will solely chase firelizards. Not just green ones either. Although he doesn’t have much hope of successfully mating with a gold fire lizard, considering their size, he’ll certainly give it his best shot.