Post by Requiem on Jul 24, 2009 18:32:18 GMT -5
Humans:
Name: Dmitri
Age: 25
Birth Month: January of 2998
Gender: Male
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual (for the most part)
Location: Selenitas Hold
Rank: Journeyman Harper (Jr)
Mother: Diemtaye (35)
Father: S'rei (47)
Half-siblings: Greenrider Dyudahlii (19, deceased), Shei (6), Silas (4, deceased), Reiscia (4, deceased), Shoal (2, deceased), Elias
UPDATED: 19 May 2012
Physical Appearance: At first glance, Dmitri is best described as delicate. He is slender, though not skinny, with the sort of build better suited to a dancer than a worker. Long-limbed, fine-boned and nearly pale in complexion, the young man bears a rougish, teasing smile (more of a smirk, really).
His most distinguishing features, however, are dark blue-grey eyes, his ridiculously tall height of 6'10", and the light, spiderweb-like scarring that cover half his face. (The scarring becomes much heavier along a mutilated arm where his flesh actually melted and cooled within the space of seconds, but few enough see that.) Some might call him attractive despite the scarring. Certainly, girls seem to like blondes, and most harpers seem to have a naturally charisma that Dmitri by no means missed out on.
Personality: This harper is what anyone would call an acquired taste. He has taken the concept of 'honesty' to such an extreme as to be downright abrasive on an almost continual basis. So he's blunt, you may say. So what? Dmitri has a sarcastic wit and an inclination toward confrontation. Let's be honest. Most would call him an uptight, arrogant asshole and leave it at that. There's no doubt as to his intelligence and general ability to handle most circumstances calmly - of course with his typical sarcasm - but when you're contemplating how best to ring his neck such considerations often go by the wayside.
Acquired taste or not, though, Dmitri not only has a wide range of friends, he has a wide range of close friends. Perhaps this is due to a certain loyalty and general tendency to help whoever needs it. (Even if most wouldn't consider advice given by that seething tongue help.) Privately, Dmitri is a dutiful, dilligent worker who refuses to abandon friends, and a good deal softer than he appears. He also tends to be surprisingly sensitive and docile when not presented with anyone or anything that he feels the need to strive against to protect himself. As his intimates can attest. Just...don't lie to him. That's the best way to get rid of Dmitri in a hurry - and permanently.
History:
Childhood - 2998-3003
Her name was Diemtaye. She wanted a gold, and the longheld superstition that sleeping with a bronzerider would increase her chances produced not a gold but a baby boy. The then greenweyrling never let S'rei know about his son; she wanted to keep Dmitri for herself. But when the child's father defected to Fort Weyr, things got difficult for the boy. Not that Diemtaye cared overly much. Her resentment was just as great. Her parents, fortunately, convinced her to give Dmitri to them. When the child's grandmother was accidentally killed as collateral damage in the war, though, the masterharper took his grandson to Harper Hall at the unusual age of five.
Apprenticeship 3003-3010
That pure soprano was welcomed into the Hall, even if Dmitri was a bit young to be starting his apprenticeship. Even then, his voice held a quality. Outside Harper Hall, as the war drew out and the northern peoples of Pern felt its terrors more and more, it became unsafe for the betrayer’s son to travel alone. By the age of eight he knew nothing but the confines of the Hall and the studies that he immersed himself in diligently. Perseverance of student and teachers was finally beginning to produce fruit. Dmitri’s skill with instruments was paltry at best, but he had an ear for the composition of music, even if he couldn’t play it…
Camlin - 3010-3013
Dmitri walked the tables at age twelve, one of the local favorites amongst the harpers for his nostalgic pieces. This success helped pull him through when his sweet soprano inevitably cracked, the pure voice falling prey to a puberty that came far earlier than expected. Three more turns saw Dmitri singing at Gathers again, his voice deepened to a rich, powerful baritone that bellied the almost effeminate way he presented himself. By then he was known for his pipe music and elaborate compositions as well, the songs themselves brought to holds far from Fort by other harpers. His most significant contribution by far went unnoticed by many, however. Dmitri was one of Camlin's pets within the political elite at Fort Hold...and he was good at it.
Selenitas - 3013-3015
Though there are rumors as to other things that occurred while Dmitri was in close association with the lecherous Masterharper, they were never substantiated. It was the day that he walked the tables for the second time in his life that Dmitri experienced the oddest of his losses. Diemtaye, a valiant (and, markedly enough, valued) member of Fort’s fighting dragonriders, died giving birth to her second child. This proved enough to get him to request a transfer...anywhere...and this time Camlin approved it. He wasn't particularly pleased to end up at Selenitas Weyr, though, where his father was Weyrleader. Even less so to accidentally Impress a wher. But the harper settled into weyrlife after a time and even found himself a weyrmate in the much older greenrider, Elysia.
New Regime - 3015-3017
The relationship with Elysia had just ended, the Night Watch just been formed by Dmitri and Dmisk, when Selenitas was taken over by those who'd defected from Benden Weyr. It didn't effect him terribly much, though. The bluehandler continued his nocturnal life and got engaged to his friend and lover, Erilena. Events conspired against them in the form of the brownrider M'ta and his unconventional...association...with the wastelander Z'ves. This put a great strain on their relationship, and he moved out after the danger to her passed. Time apart was necessary. Nevertheless, when next they saw each other - some time later - it only cemented in Dmitri how strongly he felt for her. They were Joined at her parents' hold, and soon after discovered that Erilena was pregnant. The bluehandler was overjoyed.
New Selenitas Weyr - 3017-3020
An earthquake shook Selenitas, and all the wherhandlers ended up making the long trek overland with those who could not fly to the new hidden weyr in the mountains that also ended up being called Selenitas Weyr. There he found that his ex had taken up with his father, but the healthy twins that Erilena delivered were more than adequate distraction from that awkwardness. At least until the young ones drew their grandfather like a moth to flame and forced Dmitri into closer interaction with a father he still had trouble fully trusting, and the woman who had betrayed him. For the most part he handled it well enough, mostly due to Erilena's love and patience and the delight he felt in his children. Selenitas' entrance into the war had little effect on the small family, apart from the need for Erilena's healing abilities. (Though secretly he was relieved when it all ended and they could expect no more attacks like the ones in the past, including the one that had permanently scarred him.)
Selenitas Hold - 3020-present
Dmitri was in some ways relieved after the initial shock of the Summit's pronouncement wore off. It helped that two of his best friends (and both bonded to Dmisk's clutchsisters) Nautic and Eikane would be leaving with him and his family. The journeyman harper and his journeyman healer wife would not be permitted to stay at this or the new Weyr being created, but it was easy to arrange a place to stay in the Hold Erilena's family lived in. Dmisk was not happy to leave his territory, but it was his sisters he most cared for so he adjusted quickly. So, too, did Dementia who would not have to be separated from her Nocturne. (She still doesn't openly admit to her fondness for the mate she all but ignores.) Dmitri knows that living at the Hold can sometimes be hard on Erilena, but he never really did learn to feel comfortable with so many dragons around, and getting away from his father and Elysia...raising his kids in a place so lazily peaceful...all appeal to him. The harper almost feels guilty at how contented this new arrangement makes him...
Future Blue
Name— Dmisk
Color— Blue (#23BBC2)
Impressed to— Dmitri
Appearance— Very large for a blue, Dmisk is; he’ll compare with an average-sized brown when he’s full-grown – positively mammoth compared to some of his smaller blue kin. From muzzle to tail-tip, he definitely cuts an impressive figure – even more so when one considers that he has scarcely any excess fat clinging to his frame. Every ounce of quite heavy body is muscle, for Dmisk is decidedly a bulky creature, muscle wrapping around his body, neck, legs, and tail; even his wings are as heavily muscled as to suggest flight is often attempted. This undoubtedly gives him a slightly chubby appearance in the wrong light, but a second glance will dismiss such ideas; the muscle is roped thickly beneath the hide, with every one of Dmisk’s motions showing exactly how well-built he is. His legs are just long enough for the muscle not to look plain strange, and his tail, likewise, is extremely long, gradually slipping into a slender point. His head is, too, surprisingly refined, with a broad forehead narrowing into a slender, delicate muzzle; large eyes are angled, almost feminine, complimented by unusually long, slender head knobs, reminiscent of a dragon’s.
Not so reminiscent of his larger cousins is his odd, predatory grace on the ground. Dmisk doesn’t seem to notice how honestly frightening his way of moving can be. It’s most definitely smooth, every step confident and planned, sending a ripple of movement through his hide that shows off the contours of his body very nicely, but there’s something about the focus of his gaze, the cold, impersonal solemnity of his movements, that makes it come across as most decidedly predatory. His wings are extraordinary, too, for a wher; small enough not to look disproportional, but definitely large enough to support his weight glides. As a result, Dmisk will often add smooth leaping glides to his gait, producing an odd kind of mishmash that is nonetheless exceptionally smooth. Because of his sheer size, His will most definitely be able to ride him, and it’s hard to tell the difference between when Dmisk is gliding to when he’s simply walking, so quick and smooth is his pace.
His coloring detracts from the predatory look that this gigantic blue has; instead of being dark as midnight, or incredibly pale, as might be expected, Dmisk is a decidedly cheerful shade of blue. Very bright, and clear, is the color, bordering on turquoise, though blue is definitely dominant over any green hues in his hide. His hide has a surprisingly matte quality to it; even when wet, or when freshly-oiled, Dmisk will never gain that metallic gleam that most flaunt so proudly – perhaps the mark that his wild mother has on him; it’s much easier to go unnoticed (difficult though his coloring already makes that) without any gleaming to give away his position, and though His may fuss and worry over his hide, it simply refuses to acquire any kind of gleam or glow, healthy though it may or may not be. Darker blue rings his eyes, making them look much larger than they actually are; the same dark blue rings all four of his legs at the ankle – natural anklets, of sorts; he even comes equipped with a natural necklace, for dark blue circles his throat. No need for jewelry and trinkets here!
Personality— Dmisk is an undeniably quiet wher; this blue is not the type to make unnecessary noise, and as a result he can come off as almost eerily silent to those who don’t give him a reason to make noise. He’s not adverse to having a conversation, but Dmisk is much more likely to communicate in emotions and images than noises and physical touches, one of the few creatures who believes that words can mean more than actions if phrased correctly. And very adept is he with forming precise images to show any given person exactly what he means to convey; there is no doubting this blue’s intelligence as something special among whers. There is no unnecessary embellishments, nothing that can be taken the wrong way – every image, every emotion, is quickly and accurately chosen to describe exactly what is needed to be and nothing more. Extremely to-the-point is he; there will be no unnecessary waffling when with Dmisk; he has no patience for it at all. And quite impatient he is, for Dmisk is very well aware of his own intelligence and expects everyone else to measure up to it; that they cannot irks this blue.
However, his emotions are solely his; they will not be shared unless Dmisk deems it necessary, and even then he will only share with those that are the closest to him. Outwardly, this blue presents himself as almost emotionless, quite in charge of himself and capable of self-control to an extraordinary extent. Inwardly, he’s as emotional, as adoring to His and as affectionate to friends, as any – he simply chooses not to show it. Those that he feels are friends, are loved, Dmisk will be devoted to; his friendship is not something that he gives lightly and in no way will Dmisk treat it lightly; his friends are forever, and he expects the same degree of loyalty from them that he offers. None of their secrets will ever be told, and while Dmisk does not seem it, he’s a sympathetic listener when it comes to his friends, offering advice often and actually touching those he is closest to, curling around them as well as his size permits to soothe them. His, especially, is regarded with a special level of devotion and possessiveness, though the latter is not often shown; Dmisk will offer no protest to the attention being taken off of him and offered to someone else as long as His makes sure that he is not replaced as the most loved.
Unerringly polite is Dmisk to those who rank him (though he is slightly arrogant; he refuses to acknowledge them as his betters), never one to make a rude comment or condone gossip behind one’s back. His can rest assured that Dmisk will never get him into trouble, for the rules will be followed carefully. Even if Dmisk has a problem with said rules, rest assured; there will be no rash, defiant acts – Dmisk will simply bring the matter to the attention of one who is capable of getting the rules changed, and leave it at that. He trusts that, slow as some people may be, nervous and shy and incapable as they may be, there are some people that are capable as he and, as a blue, Dmisk is very much aware of the fact that he cannot hope to ever rule. No, his goal is to lead the Night Watch, and though this ambition is not broadcasted widely, it’s clear by the way he insists on knowing everything that goes on in said Watch that he intends on being part of it someday – and his stubborn side will often add, should His decide to argue, that he will be part of it, whether or not His approves.
Red Wine Gold
Name- Dementia
Species- Salamandyr
Color- Gold (#F0BC00)
Age- 8
Looks to- Dmitri
Appearance- This gold Salamandyr is made conspicuous by her majestic, glorious, wonderful size…or, more precisely and a little less kindly, lack thereof. She’s absolutely tiny, able to curl up completely in the palm of one’s hand and go completely unnoticed. Likely most bronze Salamandyrs will outweigh her, but what little bulk this gold does carry is carried proudly and actually very elegantly to make it look like she’s quite a bit larger than she really is. Her wings and frill both add to this illusion – the latter being extremely large for her body and when extended, looking very much like it could send her flat on her face from being too heavy at the top. Fortunately, her wings balance that out – perhaps they were inherited from her firelizard dam, for they’re certainly large enough to carry her easily into long glides, as well as tangle her feet and trip her up if she’s not careful. From a slender body emerges an equally slender tail, though it’s a good deal shorter than a typical Salamandyr’s, more akin in proportion to a firelizard’s. It’s still quite long enough to wrap around things and to balance her out, though – if barely.
In color, this queen is as unmistakable as she is vibrant. Across her body is a shade of pure gold. It doesn’t tint on either yellow in the least, leaning more towards orange, but it’s metallic enough that she’ll actively shine when light falls upon her. If this color, very much fit for a queen, wasn’t enough, an array of markings are sprayed across her as well. The gold darkens to almost black at her muzzle and tail-tip, while both of her wings’ membranes are pale enough to pass for off-white, especially when the light passes through them. The almost-black runs in a long line down this Salamandyr’s back, and across this line the white-gold is drizzled like icing across it. Splashes of a gold that is almost bronze pepper her back as well; there’s no denying that this gold looks very much like an appetizing little cake that just happens to have wings and a tail.
Personality- What this female lacks in size, she makes up for by having a very big personality. Unfortunately, this could hardly be meant in a less horrifying way. Temperamental, vicious, arrogant, and snappy sum up this gold Salamandyr very nicely. She’s prone to throwing fits to get her way, and she certainly isn’t above attacking someone far, far bigger than her (like a human, or a dragon) if the mood hits her. No, they don’t have to annoy her – if they’re actively in her space, they’re open for attack. Be warned; small though she is, this gold Salamandyr is nothing short of absolutely fierce with her teeth and claws, and likes to cling – and chew if she can. Even more dismaying, this gold is hideously intelligent and picks up on words and phrases ridiculously quickly – especially insults. She adores insults and will often go out of her way to make someone spit out a few just so she can remember and reuse them when she needs to. Chances are, even any words of adoration are likely to be simply insults uttered in a crooning tone. Still, those are rarely heard; this queen has a tendency of storming dramatically around, throwing her negligible weight around, and insulting anyone who dares stand in her way.
Unless it’s Hers. For whatever reason, she has absolutely no feelings of irritation ever with Hers. No; this gold absolutely adores her person to the point of being annoying in her lavish attentions. Adoring, obedient, sickeningly sweet, and openly affectionate, she seems like quite a different Salamandyr compared to the vicious little monster displayed to other people. Of course, being draped over her human’s shoulder nibbling the nearest ear affectionately won’t stop her from hissing and spitting at passing people, firelizards (the entire species of which she loathes on sight), Salamandyrs, and dragons. Her unpleasantness and insults are just something that Hers will have to learn to put up with. Another thing that Hers will have to learn to deal with is this female’s tendency of radiating her emotions; if her person isn’t focusing it’ll likely be quite easy to be overtaken by whatever this queen happens to be feeling at the time, be it fury towards someone else or absolute sickening adoration towards…themselves.
Name: Dmitri
Age: 25
Birth Month: January of 2998
Gender: Male
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual (for the most part)
Location: Selenitas Hold
Rank: Journeyman Harper (Jr)
Mother: Diemtaye (35)
Father: S'rei (47)
Half-siblings: Greenrider Dyudahlii (19, deceased), Shei (6), Silas (4, deceased), Reiscia (4, deceased), Shoal (2, deceased), Elias
UPDATED: 19 May 2012
Physical Appearance: At first glance, Dmitri is best described as delicate. He is slender, though not skinny, with the sort of build better suited to a dancer than a worker. Long-limbed, fine-boned and nearly pale in complexion, the young man bears a rougish, teasing smile (more of a smirk, really).
His most distinguishing features, however, are dark blue-grey eyes, his ridiculously tall height of 6'10", and the light, spiderweb-like scarring that cover half his face. (The scarring becomes much heavier along a mutilated arm where his flesh actually melted and cooled within the space of seconds, but few enough see that.) Some might call him attractive despite the scarring. Certainly, girls seem to like blondes, and most harpers seem to have a naturally charisma that Dmitri by no means missed out on.
Personality: This harper is what anyone would call an acquired taste. He has taken the concept of 'honesty' to such an extreme as to be downright abrasive on an almost continual basis. So he's blunt, you may say. So what? Dmitri has a sarcastic wit and an inclination toward confrontation. Let's be honest. Most would call him an uptight, arrogant asshole and leave it at that. There's no doubt as to his intelligence and general ability to handle most circumstances calmly - of course with his typical sarcasm - but when you're contemplating how best to ring his neck such considerations often go by the wayside.
Acquired taste or not, though, Dmitri not only has a wide range of friends, he has a wide range of close friends. Perhaps this is due to a certain loyalty and general tendency to help whoever needs it. (Even if most wouldn't consider advice given by that seething tongue help.) Privately, Dmitri is a dutiful, dilligent worker who refuses to abandon friends, and a good deal softer than he appears. He also tends to be surprisingly sensitive and docile when not presented with anyone or anything that he feels the need to strive against to protect himself. As his intimates can attest. Just...don't lie to him. That's the best way to get rid of Dmitri in a hurry - and permanently.
History:
Childhood - 2998-3003
Her name was Diemtaye. She wanted a gold, and the longheld superstition that sleeping with a bronzerider would increase her chances produced not a gold but a baby boy. The then greenweyrling never let S'rei know about his son; she wanted to keep Dmitri for herself. But when the child's father defected to Fort Weyr, things got difficult for the boy. Not that Diemtaye cared overly much. Her resentment was just as great. Her parents, fortunately, convinced her to give Dmitri to them. When the child's grandmother was accidentally killed as collateral damage in the war, though, the masterharper took his grandson to Harper Hall at the unusual age of five.
Apprenticeship 3003-3010
That pure soprano was welcomed into the Hall, even if Dmitri was a bit young to be starting his apprenticeship. Even then, his voice held a quality. Outside Harper Hall, as the war drew out and the northern peoples of Pern felt its terrors more and more, it became unsafe for the betrayer’s son to travel alone. By the age of eight he knew nothing but the confines of the Hall and the studies that he immersed himself in diligently. Perseverance of student and teachers was finally beginning to produce fruit. Dmitri’s skill with instruments was paltry at best, but he had an ear for the composition of music, even if he couldn’t play it…
Camlin - 3010-3013
Dmitri walked the tables at age twelve, one of the local favorites amongst the harpers for his nostalgic pieces. This success helped pull him through when his sweet soprano inevitably cracked, the pure voice falling prey to a puberty that came far earlier than expected. Three more turns saw Dmitri singing at Gathers again, his voice deepened to a rich, powerful baritone that bellied the almost effeminate way he presented himself. By then he was known for his pipe music and elaborate compositions as well, the songs themselves brought to holds far from Fort by other harpers. His most significant contribution by far went unnoticed by many, however. Dmitri was one of Camlin's pets within the political elite at Fort Hold...and he was good at it.
Selenitas - 3013-3015
Though there are rumors as to other things that occurred while Dmitri was in close association with the lecherous Masterharper, they were never substantiated. It was the day that he walked the tables for the second time in his life that Dmitri experienced the oddest of his losses. Diemtaye, a valiant (and, markedly enough, valued) member of Fort’s fighting dragonriders, died giving birth to her second child. This proved enough to get him to request a transfer...anywhere...and this time Camlin approved it. He wasn't particularly pleased to end up at Selenitas Weyr, though, where his father was Weyrleader. Even less so to accidentally Impress a wher. But the harper settled into weyrlife after a time and even found himself a weyrmate in the much older greenrider, Elysia.
New Regime - 3015-3017
The relationship with Elysia had just ended, the Night Watch just been formed by Dmitri and Dmisk, when Selenitas was taken over by those who'd defected from Benden Weyr. It didn't effect him terribly much, though. The bluehandler continued his nocturnal life and got engaged to his friend and lover, Erilena. Events conspired against them in the form of the brownrider M'ta and his unconventional...association...with the wastelander Z'ves. This put a great strain on their relationship, and he moved out after the danger to her passed. Time apart was necessary. Nevertheless, when next they saw each other - some time later - it only cemented in Dmitri how strongly he felt for her. They were Joined at her parents' hold, and soon after discovered that Erilena was pregnant. The bluehandler was overjoyed.
New Selenitas Weyr - 3017-3020
An earthquake shook Selenitas, and all the wherhandlers ended up making the long trek overland with those who could not fly to the new hidden weyr in the mountains that also ended up being called Selenitas Weyr. There he found that his ex had taken up with his father, but the healthy twins that Erilena delivered were more than adequate distraction from that awkwardness. At least until the young ones drew their grandfather like a moth to flame and forced Dmitri into closer interaction with a father he still had trouble fully trusting, and the woman who had betrayed him. For the most part he handled it well enough, mostly due to Erilena's love and patience and the delight he felt in his children. Selenitas' entrance into the war had little effect on the small family, apart from the need for Erilena's healing abilities. (Though secretly he was relieved when it all ended and they could expect no more attacks like the ones in the past, including the one that had permanently scarred him.)
Selenitas Hold - 3020-present
Dmitri was in some ways relieved after the initial shock of the Summit's pronouncement wore off. It helped that two of his best friends (and both bonded to Dmisk's clutchsisters) Nautic and Eikane would be leaving with him and his family. The journeyman harper and his journeyman healer wife would not be permitted to stay at this or the new Weyr being created, but it was easy to arrange a place to stay in the Hold Erilena's family lived in. Dmisk was not happy to leave his territory, but it was his sisters he most cared for so he adjusted quickly. So, too, did Dementia who would not have to be separated from her Nocturne. (She still doesn't openly admit to her fondness for the mate she all but ignores.) Dmitri knows that living at the Hold can sometimes be hard on Erilena, but he never really did learn to feel comfortable with so many dragons around, and getting away from his father and Elysia...raising his kids in a place so lazily peaceful...all appeal to him. The harper almost feels guilty at how contented this new arrangement makes him...
Future Blue
Name— Dmisk
Color— Blue (#23BBC2)
Impressed to— Dmitri
Appearance— Very large for a blue, Dmisk is; he’ll compare with an average-sized brown when he’s full-grown – positively mammoth compared to some of his smaller blue kin. From muzzle to tail-tip, he definitely cuts an impressive figure – even more so when one considers that he has scarcely any excess fat clinging to his frame. Every ounce of quite heavy body is muscle, for Dmisk is decidedly a bulky creature, muscle wrapping around his body, neck, legs, and tail; even his wings are as heavily muscled as to suggest flight is often attempted. This undoubtedly gives him a slightly chubby appearance in the wrong light, but a second glance will dismiss such ideas; the muscle is roped thickly beneath the hide, with every one of Dmisk’s motions showing exactly how well-built he is. His legs are just long enough for the muscle not to look plain strange, and his tail, likewise, is extremely long, gradually slipping into a slender point. His head is, too, surprisingly refined, with a broad forehead narrowing into a slender, delicate muzzle; large eyes are angled, almost feminine, complimented by unusually long, slender head knobs, reminiscent of a dragon’s.
Not so reminiscent of his larger cousins is his odd, predatory grace on the ground. Dmisk doesn’t seem to notice how honestly frightening his way of moving can be. It’s most definitely smooth, every step confident and planned, sending a ripple of movement through his hide that shows off the contours of his body very nicely, but there’s something about the focus of his gaze, the cold, impersonal solemnity of his movements, that makes it come across as most decidedly predatory. His wings are extraordinary, too, for a wher; small enough not to look disproportional, but definitely large enough to support his weight glides. As a result, Dmisk will often add smooth leaping glides to his gait, producing an odd kind of mishmash that is nonetheless exceptionally smooth. Because of his sheer size, His will most definitely be able to ride him, and it’s hard to tell the difference between when Dmisk is gliding to when he’s simply walking, so quick and smooth is his pace.
His coloring detracts from the predatory look that this gigantic blue has; instead of being dark as midnight, or incredibly pale, as might be expected, Dmisk is a decidedly cheerful shade of blue. Very bright, and clear, is the color, bordering on turquoise, though blue is definitely dominant over any green hues in his hide. His hide has a surprisingly matte quality to it; even when wet, or when freshly-oiled, Dmisk will never gain that metallic gleam that most flaunt so proudly – perhaps the mark that his wild mother has on him; it’s much easier to go unnoticed (difficult though his coloring already makes that) without any gleaming to give away his position, and though His may fuss and worry over his hide, it simply refuses to acquire any kind of gleam or glow, healthy though it may or may not be. Darker blue rings his eyes, making them look much larger than they actually are; the same dark blue rings all four of his legs at the ankle – natural anklets, of sorts; he even comes equipped with a natural necklace, for dark blue circles his throat. No need for jewelry and trinkets here!
Personality— Dmisk is an undeniably quiet wher; this blue is not the type to make unnecessary noise, and as a result he can come off as almost eerily silent to those who don’t give him a reason to make noise. He’s not adverse to having a conversation, but Dmisk is much more likely to communicate in emotions and images than noises and physical touches, one of the few creatures who believes that words can mean more than actions if phrased correctly. And very adept is he with forming precise images to show any given person exactly what he means to convey; there is no doubting this blue’s intelligence as something special among whers. There is no unnecessary embellishments, nothing that can be taken the wrong way – every image, every emotion, is quickly and accurately chosen to describe exactly what is needed to be and nothing more. Extremely to-the-point is he; there will be no unnecessary waffling when with Dmisk; he has no patience for it at all. And quite impatient he is, for Dmisk is very well aware of his own intelligence and expects everyone else to measure up to it; that they cannot irks this blue.
However, his emotions are solely his; they will not be shared unless Dmisk deems it necessary, and even then he will only share with those that are the closest to him. Outwardly, this blue presents himself as almost emotionless, quite in charge of himself and capable of self-control to an extraordinary extent. Inwardly, he’s as emotional, as adoring to His and as affectionate to friends, as any – he simply chooses not to show it. Those that he feels are friends, are loved, Dmisk will be devoted to; his friendship is not something that he gives lightly and in no way will Dmisk treat it lightly; his friends are forever, and he expects the same degree of loyalty from them that he offers. None of their secrets will ever be told, and while Dmisk does not seem it, he’s a sympathetic listener when it comes to his friends, offering advice often and actually touching those he is closest to, curling around them as well as his size permits to soothe them. His, especially, is regarded with a special level of devotion and possessiveness, though the latter is not often shown; Dmisk will offer no protest to the attention being taken off of him and offered to someone else as long as His makes sure that he is not replaced as the most loved.
Unerringly polite is Dmisk to those who rank him (though he is slightly arrogant; he refuses to acknowledge them as his betters), never one to make a rude comment or condone gossip behind one’s back. His can rest assured that Dmisk will never get him into trouble, for the rules will be followed carefully. Even if Dmisk has a problem with said rules, rest assured; there will be no rash, defiant acts – Dmisk will simply bring the matter to the attention of one who is capable of getting the rules changed, and leave it at that. He trusts that, slow as some people may be, nervous and shy and incapable as they may be, there are some people that are capable as he and, as a blue, Dmisk is very much aware of the fact that he cannot hope to ever rule. No, his goal is to lead the Night Watch, and though this ambition is not broadcasted widely, it’s clear by the way he insists on knowing everything that goes on in said Watch that he intends on being part of it someday – and his stubborn side will often add, should His decide to argue, that he will be part of it, whether or not His approves.
Red Wine Gold
Name- Dementia
Species- Salamandyr
Color- Gold (#F0BC00)
Age- 8
Looks to- Dmitri
Appearance- This gold Salamandyr is made conspicuous by her majestic, glorious, wonderful size…or, more precisely and a little less kindly, lack thereof. She’s absolutely tiny, able to curl up completely in the palm of one’s hand and go completely unnoticed. Likely most bronze Salamandyrs will outweigh her, but what little bulk this gold does carry is carried proudly and actually very elegantly to make it look like she’s quite a bit larger than she really is. Her wings and frill both add to this illusion – the latter being extremely large for her body and when extended, looking very much like it could send her flat on her face from being too heavy at the top. Fortunately, her wings balance that out – perhaps they were inherited from her firelizard dam, for they’re certainly large enough to carry her easily into long glides, as well as tangle her feet and trip her up if she’s not careful. From a slender body emerges an equally slender tail, though it’s a good deal shorter than a typical Salamandyr’s, more akin in proportion to a firelizard’s. It’s still quite long enough to wrap around things and to balance her out, though – if barely.
In color, this queen is as unmistakable as she is vibrant. Across her body is a shade of pure gold. It doesn’t tint on either yellow in the least, leaning more towards orange, but it’s metallic enough that she’ll actively shine when light falls upon her. If this color, very much fit for a queen, wasn’t enough, an array of markings are sprayed across her as well. The gold darkens to almost black at her muzzle and tail-tip, while both of her wings’ membranes are pale enough to pass for off-white, especially when the light passes through them. The almost-black runs in a long line down this Salamandyr’s back, and across this line the white-gold is drizzled like icing across it. Splashes of a gold that is almost bronze pepper her back as well; there’s no denying that this gold looks very much like an appetizing little cake that just happens to have wings and a tail.
Personality- What this female lacks in size, she makes up for by having a very big personality. Unfortunately, this could hardly be meant in a less horrifying way. Temperamental, vicious, arrogant, and snappy sum up this gold Salamandyr very nicely. She’s prone to throwing fits to get her way, and she certainly isn’t above attacking someone far, far bigger than her (like a human, or a dragon) if the mood hits her. No, they don’t have to annoy her – if they’re actively in her space, they’re open for attack. Be warned; small though she is, this gold Salamandyr is nothing short of absolutely fierce with her teeth and claws, and likes to cling – and chew if she can. Even more dismaying, this gold is hideously intelligent and picks up on words and phrases ridiculously quickly – especially insults. She adores insults and will often go out of her way to make someone spit out a few just so she can remember and reuse them when she needs to. Chances are, even any words of adoration are likely to be simply insults uttered in a crooning tone. Still, those are rarely heard; this queen has a tendency of storming dramatically around, throwing her negligible weight around, and insulting anyone who dares stand in her way.
Unless it’s Hers. For whatever reason, she has absolutely no feelings of irritation ever with Hers. No; this gold absolutely adores her person to the point of being annoying in her lavish attentions. Adoring, obedient, sickeningly sweet, and openly affectionate, she seems like quite a different Salamandyr compared to the vicious little monster displayed to other people. Of course, being draped over her human’s shoulder nibbling the nearest ear affectionately won’t stop her from hissing and spitting at passing people, firelizards (the entire species of which she loathes on sight), Salamandyrs, and dragons. Her unpleasantness and insults are just something that Hers will have to learn to put up with. Another thing that Hers will have to learn to deal with is this female’s tendency of radiating her emotions; if her person isn’t focusing it’ll likely be quite easy to be overtaken by whatever this queen happens to be feeling at the time, be it fury towards someone else or absolute sickening adoration towards…themselves.
