Post by Ruby on Jun 15, 2009 2:19:55 GMT -5
M'kai
Bluerider, Father, Failure
Bluerider, Father, Failure
Name: M'kai (Mikail)
Age: 30 (Born August 2992)
Gender: Male
Sexual Orientation: Straight
Rank: Bluerider
Location: Inverness Weyr
Physical Appearance:
M'kai is tall. This is the first thing people notice about him, and one of two things that sticks the longest in the minds of people who have met him. Tall and thin, yet still muscular, he has the lean body of a runner (probably because he loves to run). His legs are long in proportion to his torso, but not awkwardly so. Pale-skinned and slightly freckled on his shoulders and torso, his long limbs still occasionally tangle him up, although he's learned a measure of grace along with riding a dragon.
The other thing people see immediately when they see M'kai is his long, light red brown hair. Slightly lighter in tone than Cr'oph's, it hangs straight from his middle part to mid-back, exactly the same length as his brother's. Normally straight, it picks up a slight wave in any humidity. M'kai usually wears it loose, although he will pull it back in a thick braid or a simple runner-tail at the base of his skull if he goes running or does any other type of sporty activity. He also hates to have it loose if he is doing any sort of work, learning included, so he usually keeps a tie on him at all times and will pull his hair back if necessary.
The shock of this length and shade of hair on a man usually distracts people from the rest of his face, but M'kai has a fairly pleasant one. A large, distinctive nose sits below red-lashed grey-blue eyes, and above very full lips. His mouth appears slightly petulant unless he is smiling, which he does often. A thin jaw and high cheekbones make his face somewhat rectangular, but overall he's not a bad-looking man. Distinctive, yes, but not bad-looking. He also favors light colors in his clothing.
Personality:
Of the pair, M'kai tends towards the sociable, charismatic side of the spectrum. He is generally outgoing, pleasant and quite happy, relying much more on charm than anything else to get him through life. He is excellent at talking him and his siblings and friends out of anything they get themselves into, although it was often him that talked them into doing it in the first place. M'kai is generally the one that approaches new people and makes friends, doing so with a confidence that puts people immediately at ease. He's more of a peacemaker than a fighter, keeping up positive relationships especially with people he considers useful, such as authority figures.
That being said, he will fight to the death to protect someone he loves, Cr'oph especially. You will not find a more loyal friend than M'kai, although (despite his outgoing nature) it takes quite a bit to be considered in that category. M'kai has really only loved a few people in his life: Cr'oph and Meagen, the little girl the brothers became like uncles to; Isori; his daughter Sorika; and possibly A'emi, although the jury is still out on that one. There have been others who were close, but never quite reached the status where M'kai would literally die for them.
Also despite M'kai's generally amiable nature, he hates small children (Sorika is the one exception, most of the time). Their voices and smells and dirtiness drive him mad, and they are one of the only things that can put him in a bad mood. It usually takes either a long run in total solitude or sex to put him back in a good mood, and until then, he's a nightmare. Very vocal about his upset, every little thing suddenly becomes a huge challenge that he can not possibly overcome, and whoever is nearest to him is the cause of it all. He does understand when he is in a mood like that, and will generally stalk away to find some girl to sleep with, although he's gotten better with age and commitment. Having a daughter has changed his idea of what's ok to do when it comes to women.
History:
2992 - Early 3012: Benden Weyr; Early Life, Candidate
Crystoph and Mikail were born to Benden riders Green rider Crystil of Lynarth and Blue rider Miystoph (Mi'oph) of Ceklath. Crystil and Mi'oph had also had a daughter, two years before the twins: A beautiful red head named Diamonique after Cristal's sister. Although they were raised in Benden Weyr, the twins were brought up with the old beliefs, and their parents were outspoken against the harsher Benden polices. They were an active part of an under the table faction that yearned to see Benden returned to its former glory, instead of a brutal violent weyr who gave no quarter. The two riders were also close with another weyr pair who had a little daughter close to the twin’s age, named Meagen.
Crystoph and Mikail were trained in basic defense and Crystoph, being a natural, was soon dragged into combat training with some of the older weyrbrats. Mikail, while trained in basic defense, never liked it. He preferred diplomacy, and so he was trained in interrogation and bargaining. Meagen was sheltered by her parents, and Mikail and Crystoph became her protectors, using all the skills they learned to keep the other weyrbrats from harassing either of their sisters - as far as they were concerned, Meagen was their sister just as much as Diamonique.
As the twins grew more proficient in their training, they caught the eye of a few wing leaders who wanted to see them reach their full potential. Although their parents were wary at first, they decided that they should let the twins participate; they had confidence that the twins would stick to the beliefs they had been raised with. So training progressed and the twins excelled. They kept to themselves, and eventually they were given the honor of standing for Baith’s healthy clutches. They were among the more prominent candidates of the class and they where pegged to be great additions to any wing they would eventually join. Their teamwork was unshakable and so bonded were they to each other that they could tell what the other was thinking with almost perfect accuracy. They stood for clutches from the time they were 14 but Crystoph and Mikail never impressed. Although this was worrisome for their parents, the twins were unshaken. They had just not found the right dragons. Their teachers held a different belief: perhaps the hatchlings where turned off by the twins' intense bond.
Years passed and Meagen was made eligible for impression despite her gender. She had grown into a beautiful young woman, and many men made no secret that they desired her. Mikail and Crystoph kept her close in an attempt to protect her. Despite their best attempts the unthinkable happened. Meagan was cornered and viciously raped by a bronze rider named D’mian. It was Mikail who found her and he carried her broken body to the infirmary. Crystoph was furious. His desire to murder the bronze rider was strong and it was only his brother’s calm reaction that saved the bronze rider that day.
As Meagan recovered the twins began to plot their revenge. Before they could act, however, Benden began to plan for an attack. It was made known that their parents were to participate in the Siege of Selenitas. Both of the twins were privately frightened, but they kept it hidden. Why where their parents chosen? It made no sense. Nevertheless the night of the siege quickly arrived. Crystil’s dragon Lynarth was the one who spoke to the twins that night, giving them the urgent command to flee even as her bonded died. There was no more time for plans. They immediately gathered Diamonique from the kitchens and Meagan from the candidate barracks, then stole some runners and fled just as Baith returned and the slaughter began. It was easy to escape during the chaos, and there was nothing left for the twins at Benden. They had no desire to stay.
Early 3012 - Mid 3012: Blossom Hold; Exile
Hiding in a seaside fishing hold for a few days the twins chartered a trip on a boat headed for Blossom Hold. As payment the twins worked as crew members, while the girls worked in the galley. Arriving at Blossom they quickly immersed themselves in the hold. Mikail and Crystoph debated traveling to Selenitas weyr, keeping the decision from the girls who were quickly growing comfortable in Blossom. Their older sister in fact had already found a place at the Lake Dolphin Hall. She was being considered for a dolphin handler. It was Diamonique's success that prompted the decision to leave the girls at the hall - they were safe there. Writing a quick note to the girls as a apology, Crystoph and Mikail joined a tithe caravan headed to Selenitas to help rebuild after the siege. After arriving at the weyr the twosome decided to find the candidate master. Their past was kept secret. It was decided that they would play as search candidates from Blossom for the time being.
((History before this point was written primarily by Rei; I have her permission to use it))
Mid 3012 - 3013: Old Selenitas Weyr; Candidate
The false pretense of being from Blossom held up, at least long enough for Mikail to stand for Hepaticath's almost stolen clutch. Crystoph, of course, was supposed to stand with him, but Mikail's fears about his brother's recent mysterious disappearances were crystallized at the hatching, when Cry did not appear. Although Mikail was totally confused by Cry's absence, he didn't have much time to worry about it- only minutes into the hatching, he Impressed Blue Futh and became M'kai, effectively taking his mind off his brother. As it turned out, Cry had been sick, and illness plagued M'kai shortly thereafter - he missed Crystoph's impression to bronze Mavenath from Millieth's clutch.
3013 - 3014: Old Selenitas Weyr; Weyrling
Weyrlinghood was not easy on the twins - M'kai was down with the plague for several months during Cr'oph's early days, and while Futh had some embarrassing trouble with flight, the pair eventually got themselves off the ground. Within the space of a few months, M'kai acquired not one, but two new pets: first Green Reina, a firelizard from a stray clutch and sister to Dementia (which should explain her personality a bit), and second brown Bomb, a salamandyr from a prank pulled by Cr'oph. Futh began chasing near the end of Weyrlinghood, much to M'kai's chagrin - the Blue seemed to have a knack for picking mostly green dragons with male riders, something M'kai did not approve of. Luckily, Futh lost most of his flights (not that that stopped R'ahre and K'lir from snagging the Bluerider for a night)... until Kyrahth.
M'kai still doesn't understand what A'emi's green saw in Futh, but the Greenrider quickly became the bane of M'kai's existence... until M'kai realized that maybe, just maybe, A'emi was actually his friend.
3014 - 3015: Old Selenitas Weyr; Rider, Weyrlingmaster
Shortly after that fairly unpleasant flight, M'kai and Futh graduated, picking up a place on the Miles wing. The Rider understood why they were placed at the bottom of the hierarchy (being newly graduated Weyrlings), but he still didn't like it. He signed up for as much extra training as possible, and even volunteered to pick up Weyrling Lessons when Sel'n took a break. Due to his (and his dragon's) youth, the pair was assigned the position of Temporary Assistant Weyrlingmaster, and M'kai took charge of Hepaticath's next clutch, including Meagen and her new green. The pair's tumultuous relationship was put on hold when M'kai became Meagen's teacher, and they waited eagerly for Tarath to mature... but it was not to be. The young Greenpair were lost between during lessons, and M'kai was left bereft.
Oddly, it was A'emi that pulled M'kai out of his grief, even if the Greenrider didn't know it at the time. The two started chess boxing after A'emi won the right in a bet, and continued for quite some time, throwing in the occasional hunt instead. On one of these hunts, Reina chose to rise, leaving M'kai in A'emi's arms once again.
3015 - 3019: Burimyu Weyr/New Selenitas Weyr; Weyrlingmaster, Candidatemaster, Rider
It wasn't long after that that Wasteland invaded. Fleeing with his Weyrling class, M'kai made it out only to discover that Bomb was left behind. When Reina went back to find him, and to see if Isori's twin Orena lived, the two pets were killed. M'kai withdrew, spending all of his time teaching (and some with Isori), until accidentally bonding to a Razorclaw, named Kami. That, and Futh winning Nuoth, seemed to bring him out of it somewhat, and he's been back to his old self ever since, taking on the Candidates once his Weyrlings graduated. His friendship with Isori blossomed into flirtation, then mutual interest despite her position as his student. Even A'emi found his way to the hidden weyr, and the men struck up a friendship similar to the one they had maintained prior to the Invasion.
Things were looking good for M'kai, until Isori impressed. By then, M'kai and Isori's relationship had become sexual, and being suddenly denied a partner was hard on the Bluerider. He and Isori slipped up once or twice, and Futh had to step in to keep Aikelyth from panicking; and to make things worse A'emi won 'favors' in a game of cards, which M'kai found himself returning with more enthusiasm than was strictly necessary. This, of course, caused the Bluerider to react badly, and A'emi left angry, right around the time M'kai discovered that Isori was pregnant. After that, things seemed to spiral ever downwards - he was the unacknowledged father to a Weyrling and former student's child; practically everyone knew he was the father, but he was unable to acknowledge the child if he wanted to keep his job; and the stress of it all made him fight with A'emi again, driving one of his better friends away. On top of everything, when attempting to keep Candidates from impressing Salamandyrs they weren't allowed to have, M'kai accidentally impressed a brown Salamandyr from Dementia's clutch sired by Atlas. A'emi's green Titania promptly named him Oberon.
The earthquake and the war paled in comparison to M'kai's own personal problems... but more importantly, the birth of his daughter. Sorika entered the world in February of 3018, and M'kai found himself absolutely in love with this creature he expected to hate. She was perfect; tiny and fragile, a perfect balance of Isori and M'kai. He quit his job and moved in with Isori, stepping in to the role of father with surprisingly little fuss. The war itself was stressful, but Futh had never been a fighter, and M'kai found himself primarily placed on Threadfall wings with just one or two exceptions.
3020 - Present: Inverness Weyr; Dragonrider
As it was for many, the Pern-wide council was life-changing for M'kai. The dispensation for Weyrmated couples meant that he could move with Isori to a hold. He... well, he tried. M'kai was never made for Hold life, and that became drastically apparent within just a few weeks. He was hideous to Isori, Sorika, and the Holders alike, and it quickly became clear that M'kai's place was, and always had been, in a Weyr. He put in for a transfer, and moved back to Inverness Weyr, where he'd initially been assigned. It was heartbreaking to leave Isori and Sorika behind, and frustrating to be seperated from essentially everyone he knew (Cr'oph, A'emi, and many of his other friends had been left at Selenitas), but he was so much happier in a Weyr. Isori and Sorika get regular visits, and M'kai settled back in to regular life. He struck up a bit of a friendship with Cr'oph's ex, Jazheera, and occasionally helped out with her daughter, Crystera - just a few years younger than his own Sorika. Otherwise, though, he and Futh readjusted with little to no fuss, assigned to a Threadfall wing as normal. The Weyrleader Trials were absolutely not on his radar - Futh would never be able to compete, as much as M'kai might want him to - and he had no desire to go back to Weyrlingmastering, so... that was that.
Futh
Blue Dragon
Name: Futh (FOOth)
Color: Blue
Age: 10 turns (Born February 3013)
Physical Appearance:
Futh is just big-boned. Really. The stoutness to his limbs and gut are all muscle and bone, and none of it could possibly be fat, right? Truthfully, most of his bulk is just a bigger frame and shorter legs, which makes him appear just that much more stout, but he is chubbier than most dragons. He is just about average in size for a blue, neither huge nor tiny except for his chunky sort of build. Surprisingly, though, he will be no more prone to overeating than any other dragon, and with a considerable amount of hard work, he will never look as porky as his build threatens that he could be.
Futh’s coloration is an oddly light blue, almost pastel. While it is a decidedly masculine color, it does look rather strange on such a chubby dragon, and it is possible he will be teased about the paleness of his hide. Still, the richness of the color and the generally smooth and constantly clean appearance of his hide will reassure anyone who assumes that the pale color is equivalent to weakness. His greatest pride in his appearance comes from the speckling of spots all across his rump, spots that are a startling blue-violet in color and are enough to make any person do a double-take and wonder if he really is a male. Surely no self-respecting male would enjoy having violet spots on his back, would he?
For all his chubbiness, it is unsurprising that Futh looks a tad ungainly on land. In fact, his motions are a cross between a hop and a waddle, which will be highly amusing to all people and dragons who watch him. In the air, however, Futh is quite the sturdy creature. He is a fairly steady flier, and though he will never be a graceful or acrobatic creature, he will be reliable once he actually manages to get his chubby self up into the air. His trouble will not come from lack of effort but simply from the lack of wing area, as his wings are no larger than normal in proportion to his body size. This will be a problem, considering his heft, but with some hard work, he will manage it. Eventually.
Personality:
The stereotype of lazy and unclean could not be further from the truth in the case of this blue. Futh is most certainly a picky and meticulous dragon, much desiring to be clean at all points in time. He will even go so far as to wake up His from a deep sleep, just for the sake of getting a bath if he feels the slightest bit dirty. Such dirt is clearly intolerable and should be cleaned up immediately. For all his neat-freak tendencies, though, Futh is quite the packrat and will happily live with a pile of treasured clean possessions, so long as none of the mess is on his couch. His will probably be driven near to madness by the materialistic tendencies of his dragon. Futh likes to have his possessions, and there is nothing good-natured about it. He simply likes to collect things.
Futh, however, is not lazy. Neither is he exceptionally clever nor stupid. He is a hardworking creature who does his job faithfully as he is asked, so long as no one bothers or throws dirt on him. Aside from his materialistic tendencies, he is not exactly selfish or self-absorbed and will stick out his neck to help a friend. In fact, he can be quite gallant when he feels the need to be. Still, he prefers to just be a loyal friend and enjoy the company of others. He is not aggressive by any means and is most likely to be found sprawled on top of a nice clean rock, sunning and chatting with whatever dragon happens to be nearby. He is not picky about what company he chooses, mostly because he just likes to socialize. He gets lonely quite easily.
While His is the best of company in Futh’s mind, Futh has the unfortunate tendency to choose mostly female company. This is perhaps his biggest flaw, his tendency to flirt and attempt to cuddle with any female that strikes his fancy, be they gold or green, dragon or flitter or ‘mandyr. Whether he could actually Fly them or they be weyrmated or not, Futh has single-minded focus in pursuit of a particular female. Even an outright rejection will not sway him. Only watching said female choose another male… or finding a prettier female… will dissuade him. Males, keep a close watch on your weyrmates when Futh is in the vicinity.
Kami
Female Razorclaw
Female Razorclaw
Name: Kami (KAH - mee)
Gender: Female
Age: 7 Turns (born December 3015)
Physical Appearance:
This female will end up just a tad smaller than average for her species. Her wing span however is large and easily able to hold her aloft in flight for long periods of time. Her eyes are ringed with black eyeliner and are rather large giving her a almost innocent and loving appearance. At least as innocent and loving of appearance as a large predatory avian can have. Her chest is large and deep allowing her to sport large flight muscles and giving her an over all strong appearance. This female is far from dainty looking. In fact she just looks powerful and dangerous. Except for the alluring eyes of course. Overall she gives off a very impressive appearance and defiantly warrants a second look.
While in form she is positively impressive. In coloration this razorclaw is less so. A almost uniform tan all over the shade runs from the top of her head down her back and to the tip of her fathered tail. Around her eyes however she sports black eyeliner ringed in a off white shade that darkens to the normal tan coloration her feathers sport. Her chest and belly are also an off white shade as is the underside of her tail. If one looked very, very closely they might notice the very light tan bands running across the off-white feathers on her breast. But one would have to look very, very close and with her daunting appearance most wouldn’t hazard to even get that close.
Personality:
At total odds with her intimidating appearance this razor claw might be one of the most affectionate and sweet avians you could ever hope to meet. She for the most part is quiet and demure. Although she is not afraid to use her voice or considerable force in certain circumstances. She adores hers with an obvious that is almost sickening and she will be fond of cozying up to him whenever possible. The large female will also be fond of preening her chosen’s hair. Or clothes, or skin, or heck whatever she can reach at the time. Her love for her chosen is only perhaps overshadowed with her love of babies. Yes that’s right babies. The Razorclaw doesn’t discriminate on species either. Flit, canine, feline, dragon, even human babies she adores. To the point of outright trying to steal them to mother herself. Hers will have to try and lessen this behavior as much as possible if he wants to keep his weyr from becoming a nursery. Although to be honest he might be fighting a losing battle for the behavior is likely to always be apparent in one form or another.
It should not need to be said that her love for babies renders this razorclaw fiercely protective of them. Thankfully she isn’t big enough to carry a human or dragon baby but her chosen’s neighbors might want to keep an eye on their flitters or other small animals. Very intelligent this female will be extremely easy to train as she will go to great lengths to please her bonded. In relationships with other razorclaws this avian is always the mother figure. Preening and fussing over the others of her group to the point of them sometimes becoming annoyed with her as well. Not that she notices. The only exception to her baby rule in fact seems to be with tunnel snakes, rodents, and wherries. In fact she feeds exclusively on one of the three creatures. She’ll even bring food back for any babies she’s currently fostering. Aww isn’t that sweet?
Oberon
Brown Salamandyr
Name: Oberon
Color: Brown
Age: 5 Turns (Born October 3017)
“To me you are the most hateful of all mine children. Forever quarrelling is dear to your heart, wars and battles . . . were that you were born of another."
Physical Appearance:
And here at last we have a male of entirely average – perfect, in other words – proportions. Nothing is too long or too stout, too thin or overly muscled. His base coloring is a rather interesting clay mud-red, and has a sheen as if it had been burnished. More interesting are the white stripes down his back, three down the center, with white spots of varying sizes concentrated around those stripes and dripping down his flanks in a random pattern. His right foreleg is dipped in black below the knee, and the tip of his tail is white. The membranes of frill and wings are clear, and they are as useful to him as they might be to any other average salamandyr.
Personality:
This brown loves nothing more than a good argument, except perhaps a good fight with plenty of blood and ichor. He’s just as pleased with watching others go at it as he is when he’s part of the fight himself. An instigator to the core, it seems that if there’s no fun conflict about this male simply has a need to create some. Nor is this at all difficult considering he’s intelligent, insulting and full of himself anyway. Even without plotting, he could probably get a fight going with no trouble at all.
Oddly enough, when this brown speaks it sounds more like he’s singing, a queer thing indeed considering he often is ‘singing’ insults or other doubts at you to provoke a confrontation. In particular, he likes making trouble for any who like to thwart him, which at this point includes his clutchsister the Wisdom Green but will probably expand to others soon enough. One thing that will almost invariably distract him, however, is the favor of a lovely green, though he himself doesn’t flirt much. He expects the females to come to him if they want him. (Which isn’t to say he doesn’t join Runs. He loves Runs, as they’re a prime source of conflict.)
Reina
Green Firelizard
Name: Reina (REY-na)
Color: Green
Age: Deceased
Physical Appearance:
Despite her clearly green coloration, this firelizard is best described as looking like a stereotyped queen. She’ll grow to be very large for a green, topping out most other greens and a few blues, but not only in that she is large does she resemble her golden sisters – this green is, too, very muscular. There is none of the typical slim, agility-based build about her; she’s very clearly muscled – this, along with her size, means she’ll be able to carry much more than the average green. Her body is heavily muscled, but it appears as rotund sometimes – though each step will display her build to her advantage, if she’s sitting still, she simply looks plump. Her legs and tail, too, are very well-muscled, and can appear to be on the thick side. With a permanent arch to her neck, head carried proudly, it cannot be disagreed on: This green is a beautiful creature, as long as she’s moving; she’s positively liquid in her grace, despite her size, on foot – in the air, her wings are large enough to support her weight easily, so while she’ll never be as agile as some other greens, she’ll definitely outmatch them in endurance.
A medium green color that is vaguely reminiscent of leaves covers her entire body. It’s not a welcoming shade, but it’s far from ugly, especially since she has a distinctly metallic quality to her hide usually only attributed to golds and bronzes: She positively glows when she’s healthy, and when she catches the light just right, her hide seems to shimmer slightly. Her Bonded may have to cope with male firelizards thinking that this green is close to Rising very, very often, assuming that Hers keeps her well-tended to, since her glow is one that greens usually only acquire near Flight. Her legs and tail fades into a darker shade of green, and her claws are pure black, but by far her most remarkable coloration is blatantly visible on her wings. The membrane looks very much like camouflage, with darker greens and brownish-greens mixed among her usual shade; providing a kaleidoscope of shades. However, even she has not evaded the mark of having a Salamandyr sire: Black-green dots run in three rows down her back, one right down her spine and the other two on either side.
Personality:
Somebody put a queen in a green’s body, for there is nothing meek or shy or even flirtatious about this green. She is, simply, regal. Majestic, with an air of hauteur constantly lingering about her, she obviously thinks very highly of herself. A decided haughtiness comes with addressing all creatures, be it humans, dragons, or firelizards like herself – and don’t even think about asking her to so much as cast a glance at any Salamandyr; they are so not worth her time! Fortunately, this haughtiness is often passed off as a cold aloofness – not many people recognize her disdain for what it truly is. This attitude is only broken when someone is doing something wrong – because obviously if you want something done right, she has to do it – and she’ll display a fussiness liable – in the form of insistent twittering in an extremely (rather undignified) high-pitched tone. Once said job is completed, she’ll return to being the ever-dignified, poised “queen”, pretending her frantic outburst never happened. Any references to it will be met with a blank, disdainful stare.
Whether or not this is a façade, an act, is anybody’s guess – is her memory simply very, very faulty? Nevertheless, if it is a pretense, it is a very constant one; never for an instant will this green drop it. Even to Hers, there is never a moment of affection, and indeed she often repels physical stroking unless she demands it – no no no; nobody can touch her, she’s too good to be touched by such commoners! It’s possible to drive her frantic if someone tries to cuddle her without her express permission and insists on continuing to do so after the first “warning”, so worried about her personal bubble this green can become. To those who respect her distance, however, this green – enslaves them. Or treats them as Drudges, at the very least; they are placed on Pern to do her bidding, and she fully expects them to – and is appropriately horrified when her orders are ignored or rejected. They need to bow down to their queen!
Bomb
Brown Salamandyr
Name: Bomb
Color: Brown
Age: Deceased
Physical Appearance:
For a brown, this salamandyr is absolutely minuscule, barely reaching four inches of length in the body. With his torso built more along the lines of a fire-lizard than a stereotypical salamandyr, it is very likely that this brown has some very recent fire-lizard blood in him – probably his dam or sire. His neck is weirdly long, not nearly fire-lizard length but probably twice as long as most salamandyrs his size, and makes his whole body look gangly and stretched out. He can crane that neck around in quite a periscopic fashion, to the point where he can turn his head almost all the way backwards. This would be a little disconcerting, but not nearly as much so as when his baleful red eyes are freakishly wide open and pointed in your direction. In fact, he looks kind of oddball adorable... until he opens those eyes. Almost never will they be any color besides red: only in Chase (of green salamandyrs, though he'll Chase others for different reasons) or when he speaks to his “boyfriend” (his Bonded) will he show violet eyes. Anytime else, it is the red of ire.
A lovely dark color, this brown is almost black in coloration. His whole body is this dark color, save for ecru “fishbone” markings running down his slender, relatively skinny form. A spot of the same color marks the inside of his right hind ankle, and the tip of his tail. Most impressively, however, a slightly lighter shade of the same hue is splashed in a rough “death's-head” marking on his face, with the light coloration completely covering his upper jaw, narrow along the muzzle, before spreading out to circle his eyes. The near-black brown still surrounds those red orbs, making it look like the top half of his skull shines through his skin. Oddly enough, this salamandyr lacks a frill, likely due to some minor developmental issue. Instead of having a frill to flare out, this brown is the angry possessor of two flexible spikes which he can flare forward and wiggle around menacingly at the side of his head... though it gives him the appearance of a mustachioed brown salamandyr dressed up for the day of the dead!!
Personality:
Everything seems to bother this salamandyr. An absolute perfectionist, he demands exacting care and that the entire environment be perfectly suited to his random whims. How dare the sunlight move away from his sunning spot! How DARE a leaf blow next to him! RAGE!! Like a tiny canine who barks at everything that moves (or doesn't), this salamandyr will always be in a tirade. Unfortunately for those forced to hear it – everyone in the vicinity – this brown has only a tenuous grasp of the Pernese language. He constantly mangles, words, usually by adding consonants, word breaks, and fricatives where they simply do not belong. Only when he is calm (never) will he be able to piece together a sentence which is recognizable through any effort. Interestingly, though he is very picky about most things, this brown will eat just about anything. Unlike most salamandyrs, he takes great delight in hunting down insects and crushing them to death in his mouth. And, well, they're there already, so he might as well eat them (an attitude that extends to just about anything that gets into his mouth, whether insect, stick, jewelry, or person. He can't carry anything without eating it).
Perhaps his most disconcerting affectation is that he hates babies. Everything to do with babies. Cribs? To be destroyed. Eggs? Destroyed. Pregnant creatures? Destroy those, too. Things which might be pregnant, egg-heavy, or otherwise potentially going to spawn (including anything that looks that way, like fat salamandyrs, dragons, and fire-lizards, regardless of color)? Just to be safe... destroy. Faranth forbid he actually comes near a baby anything! Luckily, his violent tendencies are usually expressed with rage and ineffectual clawing with his butter-soft talons, which are quite likely to get broken in the scuffle and leave him shrieking in horror that his beauty and perfection have been MARRED! Luckily, he will spend most of his time raging at things other than his beloved humanthing who he (attempts) to refer to as his boyfriend. And of course he would never reproduce and make those horrible things which squeal. He is above all that. Should he choose to Chase for reasons besides attempting to savage said female, it will only be for green salamandyrs.
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