Post by Ruby on Feb 5, 2010 21:45:19 GMT -5
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Name: T'mund (Todmund)
Age: 17 (born January 3000)
Gender: Male
Sexual Orientation: Asexual
Rank: Rider
Physical Appearance:
T'mund is small and skinny; even two turns of Weyrling training only put the barest hint of muscles on his pathetic frame, and that was mostly in the arms. He had a bit of a growth spurt a turn or two ago, but it hardly helped - he still stands at only 5'7", not much taller than many girls, and that appears to be his adult height. His hands and feet are also girlishly small, and he routinely hides skinny limbs in awkward oversized clothing. No matter how much he eats, he stays bone-thin, although that might have to do with the fact that he often forgets that he needs food. Who wants to interrupt awesome archival duties for something as trivial as nourishment? This leads to knobby knees and elbows, and on top of everything, T'mund is duck-footed.
Lank, greasy hair that is somewhere between auburn and mud usually falls into his perpetually squinty eyes. Really the poor kid is nearsighted and desperately needs glasses, but since those don't really exist in a useful sense on Pern, he makes do without. Luckily he's nearsighted instead of farsighted, so reading is still easy, although he has to rely on Jagjith's sight when they are flying. His eyes are an equally dirty grey-brown, a color which could only truly be called ugly. They stand out sharply against his milky white skin, marred only by angry red zits and a near-present sunburn. Those used to be occasional - he only went outside rarely, if ever - but with a dragon to care for his face is almost always bright red, lobster-colored and painful. No amount of burning seems to change this.
Growing up a little has not exactly been kind to T'mund. He's moved out of the excusable gangliness of young adulthood and into full-blown adult unattractiveness; an over-large nose is his most obvious feature on a too-long, too-thin and somewhat horsey face, and something about his eyebrows or ears makes his eyes look perpetually uneven. He's so skinny that he looks kind of pinched, and he never smiles beyond a tight little pull of his lips. To make it worse, patchy brown stubble scatters over his cheeks and jaw now - no matter how often T'mund tries to shave it off, it is perpetually scratchy, and honestly, the only thing he could do to make himself look worse would be to let the stubble grow into whatever sad, scraggly little beard it would make. Not, overall, an incredible catch, and it certainly doesn't help that the slight whiff of unwashed clothes and klah clings to him at all times. Yeah.
Personality:
T'mund is the consummate nerd. Shy, awkward, overeducated, and terrified of social situations, he would MUCH rather spend time with his beloved archives than people. Silence is golden, and T'mund takes this seriously, often lugging enormous record books around so if anyone attempts to strike up a conversation, he can pretend to be so deeply absorbed that he didn't hear them try to get his attention. He will literally ignore someone to and past the point of rudeness, especially if they are in any way friendly, popular, or attractive.
His voice is nasal and whiny if you do make him talk, and his tone is always know-it-all. He loves to boss, be the best, and generally know more than everyone else. Of course, T'mund isn't trying to be awful, he's actually trying to be helpful... but that doesn't mean he comes off as anything but awful. However, he does know how to read and write excellently, and he has a seemingly endless store of knowledge about this history of Pern, which a lot of people might find useful.
T'mund doesn't really have friends the way other people do. He has people who he is smarter than, who he treats with a type of condescending, smug sympathy that makes it clear he has no respect for them. He has people who are as smart as he is (no one is smarter), who he will talk the ear off of any time he can. And last but not least, there are the girls he has crushes on. He won't speak to them, but will admire them from afar for years on end while they don't even realize he exists. Literally; he only picks the prettiest, most distant, unavailable girls to crush on. The beautiful, 30-year-old Goldrider with the permanent Weyrmate, for instance. The rest he doesn't talk to if he can help it (because he turns into a quivering blob when he does).
History:
3000 - 3013: Harper Hall; Early Life, Apprentice
Technically, T'mund is a Harper. If he hadn't been born in the Harper hall, certainly no one ever would have thought to take him there, but luck was on his side for perhaps the only time in his life. The boy learned to read before he learned to walk (he still doesn't much like movement), and apprenticed to the Harper Hall's archivist at the unheard-of age of seven. He was raised to Journeyman at 12, when most kids his age were just starting their apprenticeships, though it didn't really mean anything except that he got beaten up more often.
Early 3014 - Mid 3014: Igen Hold; Journeyman
He grew up skinny and dorky, hugely out of place among the talented, outgoing Harpers. When he turned 14, the Masters finally sent on his journeyman assignment (out of sympathy) and he was placed at Igen Hold to help maintain their records, disintegrating rapidly in the dry heat. He spent his free time with his nose in books more often than not, ignoring modern events (even the Dragon War that erupted in his early childhood). He often lost himself in elaborate daydreams, which he very privately wrote down in a long series of notebooks he keeps hidden in a false-bottom trunk he constructed based on some seriously ancient records he rediscovered and transcribed. He likes to do stuff like that.
Mid 3014 - 3015: Selenitas Weyr; Candidate, Weyrling
Always wanting a dragon but never being able to square his frail, lame appearance with the musclebound heroes of his imagination, he was as shocked as anyone when a rider stopped him as he crossed the court on his way to the records room. The Bluerider said he was from Selenitas, and asked if Todmund wanted to become a Candidate. Not realizing he'd be giving up any chance at mastery, he agreed and was taken to the southern Weyr to stand.
Todmund quickly surprised even himself by impressing something, and not just anything: a Bronze firelizard from Dementia's clutch. Although Carenath did not approve of Todmund's idea to stand, impression to anything at all made him much more comfortable with the idea of candidacy. At his very first Clutch, Hepaticath's second, he fought off Carenath's protests to face the eggs, refusing to lose hope as each one hatched and impressed without coming his way. It wasn't until one of the final Browns of the clutch latched on to his robe and dragged him towards the food that T'mund believed he had actually impressed.
Weyrling Training went by in a series of botched opportunities and embarrassing mistakes, mostly (but not exclusively) on T'mund's part. He always felt out of place among his classmates, especially the pretty older girls he was expected to work with, although he bonded somewhat with his equally reticent roommate E'iah. Eventually, however, he moved out, and the two grew apart somewhat.
3015 - Present: Burimyu Weyr; Weyrling, Rider
It was once the Wastelanders invaded and both the Bronze and second Brown from his clutch were lost that T'mund got his first opportunity to take charge... something he botched horribly, making it unlikely that he will be placed in a leadership position ever again. Jagjith may never completely forgive him, although the Brown hopes that their graduation to Rider may afford them another chance.
After the move to Burimyu, T'mund's life went downhill even more: access to the Records Room was denied, and a Flight left him in 'bed' with another classmate, K'fuzzi. Then, to top it off, the records room was attacked by some horrible beast. Now his beloved archives lie in ruins, he can't wander the Weyr for fear of running into K'fuzzi, and to top it all off, Jingth - and Jagjith's last chance to try to move His up the hierarchy by virtue of Flight - is dead. Can he just move back to the Harper Hall now?
Dragon
Name: Jagjith (from “Jagjit” meaning “conqueror of the world”)
Color: Brown (E58902)
Age: 3 Turns (born July 3014)
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Physical Appearance:
As beautiful as his egg was, Jagjith is more stunning by a hundred-fold. He is very large for a brown and will probably easily match smaller bronzes in size. None of his body is especially large or small for his length, and he is ripped with muscle as opposed to packed with it. This lack of bulging muscles makes him look impressively large but not bulky. His sharply-defined ridges and wider jaw are definitively masculine, as is the overall appearance of power to his body. Nothing about him seems to scream it, but looking at the shape of his body will give any intelligent creature a moment of pause. Jagjith is obviously possessing of the mass and capacity to do damage.
His hide, despite the definite orange hues in it, surprisingly well-accents his masculinity. The majority of his hide is a luscious orange-hinted brown that is deeper in color across his ridges and the line of his back. His eyeridges are of a darker shade of the same color, a line of the color encircling his eyes to form an admirable sort of spectacles. The spurs of his wings are the same dark shade, sharply contrasting with the pale coloration of his sails. The wing membranes are the shade of a perfectly cooked pie crust, a dappled light golden-brown of the same shade that graces the very tip of his nose and the toes on all four of his feet.
Given that he is a large dragon, Jagjith will never be the most agile or fast of fliers. In fact, he will never be incredibly remarkable in the air, though he is certainly no slouch. Jagjith can adequately perform anything he puts his mind to, and he has the size and endurance to last for a long time during Fall or Flight. His movements on the ground are, surprisingly, much more coordinated. His contradictions extend to his posture, a curious mixture of casual relaxation and perfect alertness. Jagjith is never completely at ease, even if he appears so. Sneaking up on him may not be a good idea, even if he looks like he’s sleeping.
Personality:
Someone apparently forgot to tell Jagjith that he is a brown and not a bronze, for this brown beauty reeks of all the arrogance and ambition that the majority of his clutchsiblings seem to lack. This is not to say that his arrogance is unwarranted, for Jagjith, in addition to being quite beautiful, is undeniably clever. Cunning and strategy will always be well-cultivated, though these… gifts… come with the unfortunate side helping of cold logic. Jagjith is a living calculator of odds, weighing options with little regard for emotion or sentiment except for where His is concerned. It is far better, in his mind, to sacrifice the lives of one or two for the good of many, and while a few humans and dragons may be of this opinion, Jagjith will not hesitate to follow through his opinions with actions. His decisions may never be popular.
Despite the cold and somewhat unfeeling manner in which he makes decision, most dragons will probably find him superficially polite and tolerable enough to be around. He never picks fights and only participates in them when it is an occasion of defense of the weyr. He finds it utterly beneath himself to waste the energy on being rude to others without proper provocation and would prefer to take the seemingly moral high road. Truthfully, though, his actions are based more in ambition than anything. A brown hoping to make wingsecond (or, Faranth help him, perhaps wingleader) should not bother with trifling little fights. No, he could never make a spectacle of himself like that. He is amazingly self-confident and will never lose that, even in the face of error. Retreat, re-evaluate, recalculate, re-do… and he will never make the same mistake twice.
Surprisingly, though, despite all of his flaws, Jagjith could loosely be called affectionate toward His. His, after all, is great and the only thing truly worthy of Jagjith’s attention, so the brown will put effort into making His feel looked-after. Of course, His will be hard-pressed to convince the brown of anything. Jagjith is, in his own mind, the far more practical and clever being, so why should he listen to his human, even if it is the best human? As for flights, well… greens should not get their hopes up where this male is concerned. Jagjith would never genuinely commit himself to another unless he found a female that was a complete kin to him in mind, utterly cold in matters of important decisions. Greens are for scratching that undeniable itch that crops up on occasion, and even then, it will only be greens of sound mind that he chases. The little flirts? Pah. He’ll have nothing to do with them. Golds are useless except for laying eggs and Flying with to get ahead. He is not above snagging a queen to move himself up the weyr’s hierarchy, if he feels it will suit him. His had better beware. Jagjith will never make Flights easy.
Firelizard
Name: Carenath
Color: Bronze (999966)
Age: 3 Turns (Born May 3014)
Mother Goose was never here
Father Christmas was a drunk
Easter Bunny well done tasted good
Physical Appearance:
There are three things that people are likely to notice instantly about this bronze. First, of course, is that he is most definitely a bronze. The metallic sheen gives that away quite nicely, even if he takes after his other firelizard siblings by being rather dull in coloring. Secondly, this male has absolutely no legs whatsoever. They're not just short. There are no nubs where his legs should be. He simply...doesn't have them. Nevertheless, he is quite adept at scrunching his body and inching over the ground that way, managing to move at a surprisingly swift pace. The third thing people are likely to notice? He is, by far, one of the tiniest bronzes to hatch. Yes, there are in fact even some large blues who manage to outstrip him. If he wasn't so shiny, no doubt people would believe him a large, legless green.
The male actually has a very nice figure once you get past his oddities. Long, lean muscles, ribbonlike such that the lack of limbs looks almost right with him, and swirls of gold and darker orange/bronze coiling liberally over his hide make him fairly pretty to look at. This is especially true when he flies, for he tends to twist and twirl much like the ribbon he resembles, and his wing membranes are a pure, unadulterated gold that flash and glimmer with each ray of the sun that catches them.
Personality:
Can anyone say overcompensating? I know you can. This bronze is extremely territorial. He claims all firelizard females as his (whether they want him to or not), banishes all males from the vicinity, and guards what he considers to be his territory - the places His most often frequents - from salamandyrs and other unsavories seriously. Not only does he chase away other males with aggressive shrieks and teeth, but he also chases away anyone who His doesn't seem to like. (Or, conversely, anyone that he doesn't feel are good enough for His.) No one, of course, is as good as His, so he has to lower his standards some, but he refuses to let any but the best near his Bonded.
Futhermore, he has decided that His requires a queen, and actively attempts to procure the best of the human females for His. How does he do so? Why, by smacking right into them, of course, then doing the poor wounded firelizard act to open their hearts. Of course, he almost invariably finds that this girl is not worthy of being the life partner His needs, and proceeds to seriously attempt to permanently scar their ugly lying faces. His can do no wrong. Almost. Except going to a firelizard or salamandyr hatching. He clearly is enough for His, and why should he want any more? After seriously attempting to kill whatever new creature His might pick up, he's likely to sulk for days on end afterward. Unless, of course, he sires the clutch, in which case one of his babies is permitted to bond to His...maybe.
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Brownrider T'mund
Name: T'mund (Todmund)
Age: 17 (born January 3000)
Gender: Male
Sexual Orientation: Asexual
Rank: Rider
Physical Appearance:
T'mund is small and skinny; even two turns of Weyrling training only put the barest hint of muscles on his pathetic frame, and that was mostly in the arms. He had a bit of a growth spurt a turn or two ago, but it hardly helped - he still stands at only 5'7", not much taller than many girls, and that appears to be his adult height. His hands and feet are also girlishly small, and he routinely hides skinny limbs in awkward oversized clothing. No matter how much he eats, he stays bone-thin, although that might have to do with the fact that he often forgets that he needs food. Who wants to interrupt awesome archival duties for something as trivial as nourishment? This leads to knobby knees and elbows, and on top of everything, T'mund is duck-footed.
Lank, greasy hair that is somewhere between auburn and mud usually falls into his perpetually squinty eyes. Really the poor kid is nearsighted and desperately needs glasses, but since those don't really exist in a useful sense on Pern, he makes do without. Luckily he's nearsighted instead of farsighted, so reading is still easy, although he has to rely on Jagjith's sight when they are flying. His eyes are an equally dirty grey-brown, a color which could only truly be called ugly. They stand out sharply against his milky white skin, marred only by angry red zits and a near-present sunburn. Those used to be occasional - he only went outside rarely, if ever - but with a dragon to care for his face is almost always bright red, lobster-colored and painful. No amount of burning seems to change this.
Growing up a little has not exactly been kind to T'mund. He's moved out of the excusable gangliness of young adulthood and into full-blown adult unattractiveness; an over-large nose is his most obvious feature on a too-long, too-thin and somewhat horsey face, and something about his eyebrows or ears makes his eyes look perpetually uneven. He's so skinny that he looks kind of pinched, and he never smiles beyond a tight little pull of his lips. To make it worse, patchy brown stubble scatters over his cheeks and jaw now - no matter how often T'mund tries to shave it off, it is perpetually scratchy, and honestly, the only thing he could do to make himself look worse would be to let the stubble grow into whatever sad, scraggly little beard it would make. Not, overall, an incredible catch, and it certainly doesn't help that the slight whiff of unwashed clothes and klah clings to him at all times. Yeah.
Personality:
T'mund is the consummate nerd. Shy, awkward, overeducated, and terrified of social situations, he would MUCH rather spend time with his beloved archives than people. Silence is golden, and T'mund takes this seriously, often lugging enormous record books around so if anyone attempts to strike up a conversation, he can pretend to be so deeply absorbed that he didn't hear them try to get his attention. He will literally ignore someone to and past the point of rudeness, especially if they are in any way friendly, popular, or attractive.
His voice is nasal and whiny if you do make him talk, and his tone is always know-it-all. He loves to boss, be the best, and generally know more than everyone else. Of course, T'mund isn't trying to be awful, he's actually trying to be helpful... but that doesn't mean he comes off as anything but awful. However, he does know how to read and write excellently, and he has a seemingly endless store of knowledge about this history of Pern, which a lot of people might find useful.
T'mund doesn't really have friends the way other people do. He has people who he is smarter than, who he treats with a type of condescending, smug sympathy that makes it clear he has no respect for them. He has people who are as smart as he is (no one is smarter), who he will talk the ear off of any time he can. And last but not least, there are the girls he has crushes on. He won't speak to them, but will admire them from afar for years on end while they don't even realize he exists. Literally; he only picks the prettiest, most distant, unavailable girls to crush on. The beautiful, 30-year-old Goldrider with the permanent Weyrmate, for instance. The rest he doesn't talk to if he can help it (because he turns into a quivering blob when he does).
History:
3000 - 3013: Harper Hall; Early Life, Apprentice
Technically, T'mund is a Harper. If he hadn't been born in the Harper hall, certainly no one ever would have thought to take him there, but luck was on his side for perhaps the only time in his life. The boy learned to read before he learned to walk (he still doesn't much like movement), and apprenticed to the Harper Hall's archivist at the unheard-of age of seven. He was raised to Journeyman at 12, when most kids his age were just starting their apprenticeships, though it didn't really mean anything except that he got beaten up more often.
Early 3014 - Mid 3014: Igen Hold; Journeyman
He grew up skinny and dorky, hugely out of place among the talented, outgoing Harpers. When he turned 14, the Masters finally sent on his journeyman assignment (out of sympathy) and he was placed at Igen Hold to help maintain their records, disintegrating rapidly in the dry heat. He spent his free time with his nose in books more often than not, ignoring modern events (even the Dragon War that erupted in his early childhood). He often lost himself in elaborate daydreams, which he very privately wrote down in a long series of notebooks he keeps hidden in a false-bottom trunk he constructed based on some seriously ancient records he rediscovered and transcribed. He likes to do stuff like that.
Mid 3014 - 3015: Selenitas Weyr; Candidate, Weyrling
Always wanting a dragon but never being able to square his frail, lame appearance with the musclebound heroes of his imagination, he was as shocked as anyone when a rider stopped him as he crossed the court on his way to the records room. The Bluerider said he was from Selenitas, and asked if Todmund wanted to become a Candidate. Not realizing he'd be giving up any chance at mastery, he agreed and was taken to the southern Weyr to stand.
Todmund quickly surprised even himself by impressing something, and not just anything: a Bronze firelizard from Dementia's clutch. Although Carenath did not approve of Todmund's idea to stand, impression to anything at all made him much more comfortable with the idea of candidacy. At his very first Clutch, Hepaticath's second, he fought off Carenath's protests to face the eggs, refusing to lose hope as each one hatched and impressed without coming his way. It wasn't until one of the final Browns of the clutch latched on to his robe and dragged him towards the food that T'mund believed he had actually impressed.
Weyrling Training went by in a series of botched opportunities and embarrassing mistakes, mostly (but not exclusively) on T'mund's part. He always felt out of place among his classmates, especially the pretty older girls he was expected to work with, although he bonded somewhat with his equally reticent roommate E'iah. Eventually, however, he moved out, and the two grew apart somewhat.
3015 - Present: Burimyu Weyr; Weyrling, Rider
It was once the Wastelanders invaded and both the Bronze and second Brown from his clutch were lost that T'mund got his first opportunity to take charge... something he botched horribly, making it unlikely that he will be placed in a leadership position ever again. Jagjith may never completely forgive him, although the Brown hopes that their graduation to Rider may afford them another chance.
After the move to Burimyu, T'mund's life went downhill even more: access to the Records Room was denied, and a Flight left him in 'bed' with another classmate, K'fuzzi. Then, to top it off, the records room was attacked by some horrible beast. Now his beloved archives lie in ruins, he can't wander the Weyr for fear of running into K'fuzzi, and to top it all off, Jingth - and Jagjith's last chance to try to move His up the hierarchy by virtue of Flight - is dead. Can he just move back to the Harper Hall now?
Dragon
Name: Jagjith (from “Jagjit” meaning “conqueror of the world”)
Color: Brown (E58902)
Age: 3 Turns (born July 3014)
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Physical Appearance:
As beautiful as his egg was, Jagjith is more stunning by a hundred-fold. He is very large for a brown and will probably easily match smaller bronzes in size. None of his body is especially large or small for his length, and he is ripped with muscle as opposed to packed with it. This lack of bulging muscles makes him look impressively large but not bulky. His sharply-defined ridges and wider jaw are definitively masculine, as is the overall appearance of power to his body. Nothing about him seems to scream it, but looking at the shape of his body will give any intelligent creature a moment of pause. Jagjith is obviously possessing of the mass and capacity to do damage.
His hide, despite the definite orange hues in it, surprisingly well-accents his masculinity. The majority of his hide is a luscious orange-hinted brown that is deeper in color across his ridges and the line of his back. His eyeridges are of a darker shade of the same color, a line of the color encircling his eyes to form an admirable sort of spectacles. The spurs of his wings are the same dark shade, sharply contrasting with the pale coloration of his sails. The wing membranes are the shade of a perfectly cooked pie crust, a dappled light golden-brown of the same shade that graces the very tip of his nose and the toes on all four of his feet.
Given that he is a large dragon, Jagjith will never be the most agile or fast of fliers. In fact, he will never be incredibly remarkable in the air, though he is certainly no slouch. Jagjith can adequately perform anything he puts his mind to, and he has the size and endurance to last for a long time during Fall or Flight. His movements on the ground are, surprisingly, much more coordinated. His contradictions extend to his posture, a curious mixture of casual relaxation and perfect alertness. Jagjith is never completely at ease, even if he appears so. Sneaking up on him may not be a good idea, even if he looks like he’s sleeping.
Personality:
Someone apparently forgot to tell Jagjith that he is a brown and not a bronze, for this brown beauty reeks of all the arrogance and ambition that the majority of his clutchsiblings seem to lack. This is not to say that his arrogance is unwarranted, for Jagjith, in addition to being quite beautiful, is undeniably clever. Cunning and strategy will always be well-cultivated, though these… gifts… come with the unfortunate side helping of cold logic. Jagjith is a living calculator of odds, weighing options with little regard for emotion or sentiment except for where His is concerned. It is far better, in his mind, to sacrifice the lives of one or two for the good of many, and while a few humans and dragons may be of this opinion, Jagjith will not hesitate to follow through his opinions with actions. His decisions may never be popular.
Despite the cold and somewhat unfeeling manner in which he makes decision, most dragons will probably find him superficially polite and tolerable enough to be around. He never picks fights and only participates in them when it is an occasion of defense of the weyr. He finds it utterly beneath himself to waste the energy on being rude to others without proper provocation and would prefer to take the seemingly moral high road. Truthfully, though, his actions are based more in ambition than anything. A brown hoping to make wingsecond (or, Faranth help him, perhaps wingleader) should not bother with trifling little fights. No, he could never make a spectacle of himself like that. He is amazingly self-confident and will never lose that, even in the face of error. Retreat, re-evaluate, recalculate, re-do… and he will never make the same mistake twice.
Surprisingly, though, despite all of his flaws, Jagjith could loosely be called affectionate toward His. His, after all, is great and the only thing truly worthy of Jagjith’s attention, so the brown will put effort into making His feel looked-after. Of course, His will be hard-pressed to convince the brown of anything. Jagjith is, in his own mind, the far more practical and clever being, so why should he listen to his human, even if it is the best human? As for flights, well… greens should not get their hopes up where this male is concerned. Jagjith would never genuinely commit himself to another unless he found a female that was a complete kin to him in mind, utterly cold in matters of important decisions. Greens are for scratching that undeniable itch that crops up on occasion, and even then, it will only be greens of sound mind that he chases. The little flirts? Pah. He’ll have nothing to do with them. Golds are useless except for laying eggs and Flying with to get ahead. He is not above snagging a queen to move himself up the weyr’s hierarchy, if he feels it will suit him. His had better beware. Jagjith will never make Flights easy.
Firelizard
Name: Carenath
Color: Bronze (999966)
Age: 3 Turns (Born May 3014)
Mother Goose was never here
Father Christmas was a drunk
Easter Bunny well done tasted good
Physical Appearance:
There are three things that people are likely to notice instantly about this bronze. First, of course, is that he is most definitely a bronze. The metallic sheen gives that away quite nicely, even if he takes after his other firelizard siblings by being rather dull in coloring. Secondly, this male has absolutely no legs whatsoever. They're not just short. There are no nubs where his legs should be. He simply...doesn't have them. Nevertheless, he is quite adept at scrunching his body and inching over the ground that way, managing to move at a surprisingly swift pace. The third thing people are likely to notice? He is, by far, one of the tiniest bronzes to hatch. Yes, there are in fact even some large blues who manage to outstrip him. If he wasn't so shiny, no doubt people would believe him a large, legless green.
The male actually has a very nice figure once you get past his oddities. Long, lean muscles, ribbonlike such that the lack of limbs looks almost right with him, and swirls of gold and darker orange/bronze coiling liberally over his hide make him fairly pretty to look at. This is especially true when he flies, for he tends to twist and twirl much like the ribbon he resembles, and his wing membranes are a pure, unadulterated gold that flash and glimmer with each ray of the sun that catches them.
Personality:
Can anyone say overcompensating? I know you can. This bronze is extremely territorial. He claims all firelizard females as his (whether they want him to or not), banishes all males from the vicinity, and guards what he considers to be his territory - the places His most often frequents - from salamandyrs and other unsavories seriously. Not only does he chase away other males with aggressive shrieks and teeth, but he also chases away anyone who His doesn't seem to like. (Or, conversely, anyone that he doesn't feel are good enough for His.) No one, of course, is as good as His, so he has to lower his standards some, but he refuses to let any but the best near his Bonded.
Futhermore, he has decided that His requires a queen, and actively attempts to procure the best of the human females for His. How does he do so? Why, by smacking right into them, of course, then doing the poor wounded firelizard act to open their hearts. Of course, he almost invariably finds that this girl is not worthy of being the life partner His needs, and proceeds to seriously attempt to permanently scar their ugly lying faces. His can do no wrong. Almost. Except going to a firelizard or salamandyr hatching. He clearly is enough for His, and why should he want any more? After seriously attempting to kill whatever new creature His might pick up, he's likely to sulk for days on end afterward. Unless, of course, he sires the clutch, in which case one of his babies is permitted to bond to His...maybe.
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