Post by dragon on Aug 2, 2008 11:45:32 GMT -5
Humans:
Name:Dorava
Age: 30
Gender: female
Sexual Orientation: hetero
Rank: Green rider
February 2986
Physical Appearance: Dorava stands at 5’7” tall, and has strong, broad shoulders. She is well muscled out from all the animal-oriented work she used to do, and from caring for her dragon in the years following. However, she still possesses her feminine curves, having well-rounded hips and an ample bosom. Dorava carries herself with and erect posture, but she does not have the rigid look. She is very flexible, and has a fluid, graceful movement.
She has a heart shaped face with a wide smile and a smallish nose. Her hair is thick, light brown, and is quite long, kept in a thick braid that trails down her spine. Her eyes are a dark, earthy brown, and when she truly smiles they can really sparkle and shine.
Most of the time she is found to be wearing a light shirt over heavy pants that won’t tear easy at all. Her preferred footwear is a set of light, soft-soled leather boots though she can often be found completely barefoot.
Personality: Dorava has a varying personality that she tries to fit to the situation. She has a good sense of humor that can sometimes be twisted in strange directions. Not being overly good with people, she sometimes can joke about something and it will accidentally come across all wrong. Due to this little problem she usually won't crack jokes around someone she doesn't know well.
Unlike most females Dorava finds most creepy crawlies fascinating and sometimes can be found examining them in minute detail before releasing them back to their wandering ways. The exception to this, naturally, are tunnel snakes. While she doesn't actually fear them she is well aware of the dangers they present and will kill them on sight.
She rolls with the punches really well and developed this tendency directly after first being brought to a weyr. It was roll with the punches, or more than likely do something drastic – like die.
History: Dorava started out life as the oldest daughter of two cot-holders. Her parents specialized in the breeding, raising, and training of runner-beasts and herd beasts both, providing plenty of working animals for almost the entirety of the nearby Lemos Hold to use in the fields or on the roads. As she had no brothers she often ended up helping her parents with the animals while her younger sisters kept the cottage and gardens.
Her family was fairly well respected for the excellently well-trained animals they turned out, and they encountered few problems with the people of the hold-proper. They also really enjoyed and preferred their more isolated home.
She grew up having a little more freedom than her sisters and even most other girls due to that – her parents needed her to have a will and tenacity greater than the animals she was working with. However – there were limits on where and what she was allowed. But having tasted some of that tantalizing stuff, she always wanted more. Underneath, she craved to be set free to live under her own will.
She was searched for Benden Weyr at the age of sixteen. Dorava went willingly, more or less ignorant of the more gritty details of the war and everything else that was going on. She believed that the Weyr presented her an out in which she might be able to express herself, and be the person she wanted to be.
Boy was she wrong! The Weyr was not only worse than her parents, it was worse than most Holds were. It was then that she learned the finer details of rolling with the punches, staying out of the way, and keeping her head down. The last thing she needed was to garner attention. The only attention she ever received was of a sort that she really did not enjoy.
Miraculously, (in her mind) Dorava Impressed at her first standing to Green Aonith. It was the happiest moment of Dorava's life, to suddenly have a partner in life that knew everything about her – and understood. The two have been nigh inseparable ever since, doing most everything together. However, due to Dorava's secret rebellious streak, Aonith developed one much similar. And many times Dorava was hard-pressed to keep her clueless dragon out of harm's way.
The pair followed orders diligently – not because they enjoyed or approved of the work, but more to stay in more or less good graces and survive. They knew that their own Weyr was just as dangerous to their continued existence as either Fort or Threadfall.
They fought in the wars, they fought Thread. The whole thing made Dorava sick – they needed more dragons. They already couldn't cover the entire continent, even with both Weyrs combined. The senseless power plays and slaughter of dragons spelled certain doom for Pern, to her. And naturally, her dragon agreed with her.
But what were they to do about it?
After a near miss during threadfall and then the very next week Aonith getting wounded in battle, Dorava decided enough was enough. She wasn't suicidal, and she hated putting her lifemate through so much. In secret in the dead of night, she dug through records in the records hall, searching for someplace the two could flee to. Initially she was thinking about one of the abandoned Weyrs, but then she stumbled across recent records from forays into an active Weyr into the south ...
She dug further through the records, hunting up some way of getting there, even if it was only a physical location and no images. In the end, she jotted down the directions and descriptions, as she could find no paintings that were good enough for her to be confident on.
When Aonith healed enough to travel straight across the ocean the pair took of in the darkest hours before dawn, betweening right out of the Weyr to get past the watchwhers. Reappearing over the ocean where they had once fought thread, they started the long, arduous trip across the expanse of water.
Aonith rode as many updrafts and thermals as she could find on the water, conserving her energy and taking the trip at an easy pace. Dragon and rider both knew that rushing the trip just might well be their undoing.
When they reached the shore, they camped out there for three days, as Aonith ate and rested back up. She was not quite fully healed yet, but she was doing better. When Aonith was ready to travel again, they made more or less a straight bee-line for Selenitas Weyr.
Their introduction to the Weyr was rocky at best, and Dorava and Aonith are slowly making themselves at home, though it isn't by any means easy.
Several months after arriving at the Weyr, Dorava managed to impress one of those strange little Salamandyrs. The little guy was blue on his front half and white on the back, while totally shy. She she named him Valiant to try and give him a kick start on getting over that. It didn't seem to work very well as he was still shy and didn't learn new words very fast.
She did figure out how to make a paint that would stick quite well, however, and Val would be more active after she would paint his back half blue for him. But the paint would only last a week at best before wearing off ... and the poor 'mandyr would go right back to hiding in her pocket!
Dorava and Aonith lived through many attacks upon Selenitas, though sometimes only just barely. Her pets were not so lucky. For Val was crippled with a busted back after being stomped by an attacker, and then killed in a later attack, along with a little sleepy green flitter she had named Mandyr. Many times Aonith was wounded beyond flight, but somehow, through luck and some very good dragonhealers, always managed to regain the ability to fly.
Prompted by all the woundings that Aonith always seemed to garner, Dorava on again off again studied Healing, both for people and dragons, building upon her knowledge of beastcrafting type healing - even if it wasn't an accepted form of knowledge on healing.
She had a short stint as a Searchrider, but when Wasteland took over Selenitas she decided against Searching young people to the rather violently run Weyr. Opposed to what the Wastelanders stood for, she went back to Healing again, and joined the Triage wing.
Dragon:
Name: Aonith
Color: Green
Age: 12
DOB: 3005
Physical Appearance: Streamlined and graceful, Aonith is not overly powerful, muscularly. She is a deep emerald green that fades out almost to a green-ish white tint along the trailing edges of her wings, and under her tail. The leading edges of her wings are darker than the rest of her body, over all. She has a slightly longer neck than is norm, but not so much as to be overly obvious.
Personality:
She learned from Dorava at an early age all about the desire to have some sort of control over one’s own destiny and actions, but without the years of learning when to keep her mouth shut, she often has been bitten and punished by the Bronzes. Which has worried Dorava continuously, as she seems to only sometimes have sway in keeping Aonith’s proverbial mouth shut.
Valiant
Bedtime Blue
Species: Salamandyr
Color: Blue #007EFF
Gender: Male
Appearance: For a blue, this little salamandyr is average sized, and is surprisingly well proportioned. Average is a good description for his build, neither stocky nor slender, but simply typical for a salamandyr. His limbs are proportioned perfectly to his body, giving him the model salamandyr appearance. His color, too, is surprisingly 'typical', a dazzling, rich sapphire blue, exploring the colors of a gemstone with lighter and darker notes throughout his hide that are doubtless to impress... until one notices his hindquarters. While most of his body is doubtlessly elegant, the bottom half of this salamandyr's body looks as if someone forgot to add color to it, so light blue in shade are his back legs and tail base as to resemble white. His entire tail, too, is the same icy blue, giving further credence to the idea that perhaps this firelizard was dipped in dye of some kind. However, surprising for a salamandyr, this blue does not possess spots of any kind, a rare trait among the lesser colors of salamandyr... but then, the strange lack of coloration from his hindquarters down more than makes him unique.
Personality: If a salamandyr could be self-conscious, then this little blue would be it. He is excessively fond of hiding in pockets, peeking out only so that the top half of his body (with the rich sapphiric coloring) is visible. He will be a constant tagalong for His, preferring to lurk half inside of clothing if he can help it, and whenever attention is drawn to him, he is very likely to hide or shy away. While he is capable of speech, even for a blue it is limited, and he will typically latch onto one or two words rather than learn a great deal of new ones. The same word is likely to be used for a very long time, until given a reason to change. Due to how insecure this little blue is, he will likely be extremely distraught when he fails to catch in Runs, and he will often Chase both salamandyrs and firelizards until he is successful; should a female choose him as a mate, though, he will more than dote on her, and likely spend all of his time trying to make her happy. A similar attitude is offered to his bonded, who he often lavishes in affection - in secret, privacy, where no one can judge him for looking silly. He never broadcasts, and will speak only for other salamandyrs and his bonded to hear if he can help it. The last thing he'd want is for someone to notice him.
Mandyr
Aconite Green
Color- Green
Appearance- Average-sized is this green, larger than some greens and smaller than others, but she has a very distinctive build that sets her apart from her brethen. She is simply plump; there is no muscle under the layer of fat and hide at all. As a result, she has a round appearance. This is emphasized by a short neck, topped by a large head with large, soft eyes set into a distinctly feminine face. Her features are as expressive as any human's, and more often than not, a glance in her direction can tell her mood more effectively than the color of her eyes or the noises that she does (or doesn't) make. Squat legs are almost ridiculous; though they are capable of supporting her, the rounded shape of them are reminiscient of a child's plaything, and she's rather clumsy on the ground as a result. However, her wings make up for this, being long, wide at the tip and slender at the place where the membrane slides down from the third "finger" to her back. Though the appearance is slightly awkward, they support her well in flight and give her speed, though her rotund form won't quite allow her the term "agile". With a long tail that slips from the rather plump appearance that this green bears to a gently pointed tip, this green is far from gorgeous - but she is memorable, as is her coloration. A cheerful yellow-green takes up most of her body, but her wing membranes give a vivid contrast in a dark, forest green color, which also loops the tip of her tail and appears as freckles on her muzzle.
Personality- This flitter is quite possibly the epitome of a perfect fire lizard to some. Relatively quiet - make no mistake about it, she does chatter and chirrup, but only when necessary - this green isn't the type to do anything wild - except possibly in her Flights, but even that is doubtful - and is exceedingly careful, thinking everything over before she chooses anything. Fortunately, being quite intelligent, such thought processes don't take long at all, and her choices are usually the right ones. The only thing that can rule her mind is affection for Hers, which is very strong - when it comes to doing things for Hers, she doesn't take the time to think very often, and as a result, can humiliate herself - and humiliation is understood by this flitter, which is why she rarely draws attention to herself unless it's absolutely necessary. Extremely responsive to new concepts, this green is willing to learn and strives to please Hers, making her an adept learner. However, a part of her that rarely emerges, is that she can get desperately, wildly frightened of being left absolutely alone. Anywhere there is company, be it draconic or otherwise, she's fine, even if her mindmate isn't there, but should she find herself without any company, this green will panic and often will shoot between to find Hers instantly for reassurance, though rare is it that she explains exactly what has so frightened her to anybody, Hers included.
Ruddy Copper Green
Name: Love
Impressed to: Dorava
Color: 009158 green
Age: Hatchling
Born: December 3014
Mother: Gold Mandyr Harmony
Father: Bronze Mandyr Imp
Appearance :
This green is best described as simply sickly looking. Ribs can be clearly seem through her dull hide and her limbs and tail are pencil thin. Her wings even seem to look battered. The membrane between them being naturally tattered looking on the edges. They will enable her to fly but she will be subject to the whims of the wind not having the musculature to control her own flight. Despite looking weak however she seems to be perfectly capable of making her way around and quite quickly to. Her hide is stretched tight across her skull giving her face a skeletal appearance that is only enhanced by her large bulging eyes. The spines behind her head lack and frill and are twisted and a few even curl to the side or backwards making the halo ringing her head also look sickly and wrong. Her claws as well twist and bend in odd ways no matter how often they are trimmed they simply seem to brown like that. All in all she presents a very hideous picture in the looks department.
Her saving grace as far as looks go probably is her color. Her hide is a rich glossy teal color which is completely at odds with her other strange looking physical characteristics. The other seems to shimmer when the sun hits it. The rich greenish teal darkens at her under belly and upon her wing membranes. Twin rows of pretty yellow green spots line her back to tail tip running along her spine. Upon each wing is an eyelet marking. Her particular marking a vivid yellow bordered in sea foam green.
Personality:
This green’s personality is perhaps as odd as her appearance. It is almost as if two mandyrs inhabit the same body. Split personalities might be the best way to describe it. Normally this green can be sweet and loving. The perfect model of a friend. Loving to everything and everyone and eloquent and polite in speech. Her movements at these times will be light and playful. Then in perhaps the next hour or maybe even the next minute at a flip of a switch it turns. She goes from being an angel to raging demon. Her sweet happy voice and mannerisms die to be replaced with a violent, nasty, harsh, nearly impossible to reason with creature. Her verbalizations also change. Her voice going mean and harsh and her verbal abilities going from eloquent to simply lacking. In this mode she will lash out with nearly no provocation. Her temper will be short and she will be just as content to sink her claws into hers as another. These bouts of personality change are always followed by a sort of blackout period where she simply ceases to move for a few moments before leaping back to her normal sweet personality. She sadly does not even remember anything about her violent episodes and will be upset and confused if her bonded ever brings them up. Can’t hers see that she is just the sweetest thing ever? She would never do something that horrible.
As far as other draconics go she is unbiased. Completely willing to speak and interact with both firelizards and mandyrs. In her nasty rages however no one is safe. Certainly not them and maybe even not hers. In matters of speaking she is obviously intelligent but not as loud as some mandyrs. Her verbalizations are kept short and sweet but she is adept at picking words out of her bonded’s mind as needed. Stringing them together into coherent sentences will take some practice but she sure tries her hardest to be understandable. As far as mating goes she will run like any other green. However she will never choose a permanent mate for some reason. It is as if she simply can not make up her mind. Or is it minds?
Name:Dorava
Age: 30
Gender: female
Sexual Orientation: hetero
Rank: Green rider
February 2986
Physical Appearance: Dorava stands at 5’7” tall, and has strong, broad shoulders. She is well muscled out from all the animal-oriented work she used to do, and from caring for her dragon in the years following. However, she still possesses her feminine curves, having well-rounded hips and an ample bosom. Dorava carries herself with and erect posture, but she does not have the rigid look. She is very flexible, and has a fluid, graceful movement.
She has a heart shaped face with a wide smile and a smallish nose. Her hair is thick, light brown, and is quite long, kept in a thick braid that trails down her spine. Her eyes are a dark, earthy brown, and when she truly smiles they can really sparkle and shine.
Most of the time she is found to be wearing a light shirt over heavy pants that won’t tear easy at all. Her preferred footwear is a set of light, soft-soled leather boots though she can often be found completely barefoot.
Personality: Dorava has a varying personality that she tries to fit to the situation. She has a good sense of humor that can sometimes be twisted in strange directions. Not being overly good with people, she sometimes can joke about something and it will accidentally come across all wrong. Due to this little problem she usually won't crack jokes around someone she doesn't know well.
Unlike most females Dorava finds most creepy crawlies fascinating and sometimes can be found examining them in minute detail before releasing them back to their wandering ways. The exception to this, naturally, are tunnel snakes. While she doesn't actually fear them she is well aware of the dangers they present and will kill them on sight.
She rolls with the punches really well and developed this tendency directly after first being brought to a weyr. It was roll with the punches, or more than likely do something drastic – like die.
History: Dorava started out life as the oldest daughter of two cot-holders. Her parents specialized in the breeding, raising, and training of runner-beasts and herd beasts both, providing plenty of working animals for almost the entirety of the nearby Lemos Hold to use in the fields or on the roads. As she had no brothers she often ended up helping her parents with the animals while her younger sisters kept the cottage and gardens.
Her family was fairly well respected for the excellently well-trained animals they turned out, and they encountered few problems with the people of the hold-proper. They also really enjoyed and preferred their more isolated home.
She grew up having a little more freedom than her sisters and even most other girls due to that – her parents needed her to have a will and tenacity greater than the animals she was working with. However – there were limits on where and what she was allowed. But having tasted some of that tantalizing stuff, she always wanted more. Underneath, she craved to be set free to live under her own will.
She was searched for Benden Weyr at the age of sixteen. Dorava went willingly, more or less ignorant of the more gritty details of the war and everything else that was going on. She believed that the Weyr presented her an out in which she might be able to express herself, and be the person she wanted to be.
Boy was she wrong! The Weyr was not only worse than her parents, it was worse than most Holds were. It was then that she learned the finer details of rolling with the punches, staying out of the way, and keeping her head down. The last thing she needed was to garner attention. The only attention she ever received was of a sort that she really did not enjoy.
Miraculously, (in her mind) Dorava Impressed at her first standing to Green Aonith. It was the happiest moment of Dorava's life, to suddenly have a partner in life that knew everything about her – and understood. The two have been nigh inseparable ever since, doing most everything together. However, due to Dorava's secret rebellious streak, Aonith developed one much similar. And many times Dorava was hard-pressed to keep her clueless dragon out of harm's way.
The pair followed orders diligently – not because they enjoyed or approved of the work, but more to stay in more or less good graces and survive. They knew that their own Weyr was just as dangerous to their continued existence as either Fort or Threadfall.
They fought in the wars, they fought Thread. The whole thing made Dorava sick – they needed more dragons. They already couldn't cover the entire continent, even with both Weyrs combined. The senseless power plays and slaughter of dragons spelled certain doom for Pern, to her. And naturally, her dragon agreed with her.
But what were they to do about it?
After a near miss during threadfall and then the very next week Aonith getting wounded in battle, Dorava decided enough was enough. She wasn't suicidal, and she hated putting her lifemate through so much. In secret in the dead of night, she dug through records in the records hall, searching for someplace the two could flee to. Initially she was thinking about one of the abandoned Weyrs, but then she stumbled across recent records from forays into an active Weyr into the south ...
She dug further through the records, hunting up some way of getting there, even if it was only a physical location and no images. In the end, she jotted down the directions and descriptions, as she could find no paintings that were good enough for her to be confident on.
When Aonith healed enough to travel straight across the ocean the pair took of in the darkest hours before dawn, betweening right out of the Weyr to get past the watchwhers. Reappearing over the ocean where they had once fought thread, they started the long, arduous trip across the expanse of water.
Aonith rode as many updrafts and thermals as she could find on the water, conserving her energy and taking the trip at an easy pace. Dragon and rider both knew that rushing the trip just might well be their undoing.
When they reached the shore, they camped out there for three days, as Aonith ate and rested back up. She was not quite fully healed yet, but she was doing better. When Aonith was ready to travel again, they made more or less a straight bee-line for Selenitas Weyr.
Their introduction to the Weyr was rocky at best, and Dorava and Aonith are slowly making themselves at home, though it isn't by any means easy.
Several months after arriving at the Weyr, Dorava managed to impress one of those strange little Salamandyrs. The little guy was blue on his front half and white on the back, while totally shy. She she named him Valiant to try and give him a kick start on getting over that. It didn't seem to work very well as he was still shy and didn't learn new words very fast.
She did figure out how to make a paint that would stick quite well, however, and Val would be more active after she would paint his back half blue for him. But the paint would only last a week at best before wearing off ... and the poor 'mandyr would go right back to hiding in her pocket!
Dorava and Aonith lived through many attacks upon Selenitas, though sometimes only just barely. Her pets were not so lucky. For Val was crippled with a busted back after being stomped by an attacker, and then killed in a later attack, along with a little sleepy green flitter she had named Mandyr. Many times Aonith was wounded beyond flight, but somehow, through luck and some very good dragonhealers, always managed to regain the ability to fly.
Prompted by all the woundings that Aonith always seemed to garner, Dorava on again off again studied Healing, both for people and dragons, building upon her knowledge of beastcrafting type healing - even if it wasn't an accepted form of knowledge on healing.
She had a short stint as a Searchrider, but when Wasteland took over Selenitas she decided against Searching young people to the rather violently run Weyr. Opposed to what the Wastelanders stood for, she went back to Healing again, and joined the Triage wing.
Dragon:
Name: Aonith
Color: Green
Age: 12
DOB: 3005
Physical Appearance: Streamlined and graceful, Aonith is not overly powerful, muscularly. She is a deep emerald green that fades out almost to a green-ish white tint along the trailing edges of her wings, and under her tail. The leading edges of her wings are darker than the rest of her body, over all. She has a slightly longer neck than is norm, but not so much as to be overly obvious.
Personality:
She learned from Dorava at an early age all about the desire to have some sort of control over one’s own destiny and actions, but without the years of learning when to keep her mouth shut, she often has been bitten and punished by the Bronzes. Which has worried Dorava continuously, as she seems to only sometimes have sway in keeping Aonith’s proverbial mouth shut.
Valiant
Bedtime Blue
Species: Salamandyr
Color: Blue #007EFF
Gender: Male
Appearance: For a blue, this little salamandyr is average sized, and is surprisingly well proportioned. Average is a good description for his build, neither stocky nor slender, but simply typical for a salamandyr. His limbs are proportioned perfectly to his body, giving him the model salamandyr appearance. His color, too, is surprisingly 'typical', a dazzling, rich sapphire blue, exploring the colors of a gemstone with lighter and darker notes throughout his hide that are doubtless to impress... until one notices his hindquarters. While most of his body is doubtlessly elegant, the bottom half of this salamandyr's body looks as if someone forgot to add color to it, so light blue in shade are his back legs and tail base as to resemble white. His entire tail, too, is the same icy blue, giving further credence to the idea that perhaps this firelizard was dipped in dye of some kind. However, surprising for a salamandyr, this blue does not possess spots of any kind, a rare trait among the lesser colors of salamandyr... but then, the strange lack of coloration from his hindquarters down more than makes him unique.
Personality: If a salamandyr could be self-conscious, then this little blue would be it. He is excessively fond of hiding in pockets, peeking out only so that the top half of his body (with the rich sapphiric coloring) is visible. He will be a constant tagalong for His, preferring to lurk half inside of clothing if he can help it, and whenever attention is drawn to him, he is very likely to hide or shy away. While he is capable of speech, even for a blue it is limited, and he will typically latch onto one or two words rather than learn a great deal of new ones. The same word is likely to be used for a very long time, until given a reason to change. Due to how insecure this little blue is, he will likely be extremely distraught when he fails to catch in Runs, and he will often Chase both salamandyrs and firelizards until he is successful; should a female choose him as a mate, though, he will more than dote on her, and likely spend all of his time trying to make her happy. A similar attitude is offered to his bonded, who he often lavishes in affection - in secret, privacy, where no one can judge him for looking silly. He never broadcasts, and will speak only for other salamandyrs and his bonded to hear if he can help it. The last thing he'd want is for someone to notice him.
Mandyr
Aconite Green
Color- Green
Appearance- Average-sized is this green, larger than some greens and smaller than others, but she has a very distinctive build that sets her apart from her brethen. She is simply plump; there is no muscle under the layer of fat and hide at all. As a result, she has a round appearance. This is emphasized by a short neck, topped by a large head with large, soft eyes set into a distinctly feminine face. Her features are as expressive as any human's, and more often than not, a glance in her direction can tell her mood more effectively than the color of her eyes or the noises that she does (or doesn't) make. Squat legs are almost ridiculous; though they are capable of supporting her, the rounded shape of them are reminiscient of a child's plaything, and she's rather clumsy on the ground as a result. However, her wings make up for this, being long, wide at the tip and slender at the place where the membrane slides down from the third "finger" to her back. Though the appearance is slightly awkward, they support her well in flight and give her speed, though her rotund form won't quite allow her the term "agile". With a long tail that slips from the rather plump appearance that this green bears to a gently pointed tip, this green is far from gorgeous - but she is memorable, as is her coloration. A cheerful yellow-green takes up most of her body, but her wing membranes give a vivid contrast in a dark, forest green color, which also loops the tip of her tail and appears as freckles on her muzzle.
Personality- This flitter is quite possibly the epitome of a perfect fire lizard to some. Relatively quiet - make no mistake about it, she does chatter and chirrup, but only when necessary - this green isn't the type to do anything wild - except possibly in her Flights, but even that is doubtful - and is exceedingly careful, thinking everything over before she chooses anything. Fortunately, being quite intelligent, such thought processes don't take long at all, and her choices are usually the right ones. The only thing that can rule her mind is affection for Hers, which is very strong - when it comes to doing things for Hers, she doesn't take the time to think very often, and as a result, can humiliate herself - and humiliation is understood by this flitter, which is why she rarely draws attention to herself unless it's absolutely necessary. Extremely responsive to new concepts, this green is willing to learn and strives to please Hers, making her an adept learner. However, a part of her that rarely emerges, is that she can get desperately, wildly frightened of being left absolutely alone. Anywhere there is company, be it draconic or otherwise, she's fine, even if her mindmate isn't there, but should she find herself without any company, this green will panic and often will shoot between to find Hers instantly for reassurance, though rare is it that she explains exactly what has so frightened her to anybody, Hers included.
Ruddy Copper Green
Name: Love
Impressed to: Dorava
Color: 009158 green
Age: Hatchling
Born: December 3014
Mother: Gold Mandyr Harmony
Father: Bronze Mandyr Imp
Appearance :
This green is best described as simply sickly looking. Ribs can be clearly seem through her dull hide and her limbs and tail are pencil thin. Her wings even seem to look battered. The membrane between them being naturally tattered looking on the edges. They will enable her to fly but she will be subject to the whims of the wind not having the musculature to control her own flight. Despite looking weak however she seems to be perfectly capable of making her way around and quite quickly to. Her hide is stretched tight across her skull giving her face a skeletal appearance that is only enhanced by her large bulging eyes. The spines behind her head lack and frill and are twisted and a few even curl to the side or backwards making the halo ringing her head also look sickly and wrong. Her claws as well twist and bend in odd ways no matter how often they are trimmed they simply seem to brown like that. All in all she presents a very hideous picture in the looks department.
Her saving grace as far as looks go probably is her color. Her hide is a rich glossy teal color which is completely at odds with her other strange looking physical characteristics. The other seems to shimmer when the sun hits it. The rich greenish teal darkens at her under belly and upon her wing membranes. Twin rows of pretty yellow green spots line her back to tail tip running along her spine. Upon each wing is an eyelet marking. Her particular marking a vivid yellow bordered in sea foam green.
Personality:
This green’s personality is perhaps as odd as her appearance. It is almost as if two mandyrs inhabit the same body. Split personalities might be the best way to describe it. Normally this green can be sweet and loving. The perfect model of a friend. Loving to everything and everyone and eloquent and polite in speech. Her movements at these times will be light and playful. Then in perhaps the next hour or maybe even the next minute at a flip of a switch it turns. She goes from being an angel to raging demon. Her sweet happy voice and mannerisms die to be replaced with a violent, nasty, harsh, nearly impossible to reason with creature. Her verbalizations also change. Her voice going mean and harsh and her verbal abilities going from eloquent to simply lacking. In this mode she will lash out with nearly no provocation. Her temper will be short and she will be just as content to sink her claws into hers as another. These bouts of personality change are always followed by a sort of blackout period where she simply ceases to move for a few moments before leaping back to her normal sweet personality. She sadly does not even remember anything about her violent episodes and will be upset and confused if her bonded ever brings them up. Can’t hers see that she is just the sweetest thing ever? She would never do something that horrible.
As far as other draconics go she is unbiased. Completely willing to speak and interact with both firelizards and mandyrs. In her nasty rages however no one is safe. Certainly not them and maybe even not hers. In matters of speaking she is obviously intelligent but not as loud as some mandyrs. Her verbalizations are kept short and sweet but she is adept at picking words out of her bonded’s mind as needed. Stringing them together into coherent sentences will take some practice but she sure tries her hardest to be understandable. As far as mating goes she will run like any other green. However she will never choose a permanent mate for some reason. It is as if she simply can not make up her mind. Or is it minds?