Caden of Gold Nitrath

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Caden
Junior Weyrwoman, Dragonless, Bro

Name: Caden (previously C'den, Caedenor)
Age: 25 (born November 2997)
Gender: Female (appears androgynous)
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
Rank: Inverness Junior Weyrwoman

Physical Appearance:
Caden looks like a boy. She is tall for a girl, hitting almost six feet, with a stick thin frame and barely any hips or breasts to speak of. She has big hands and bigger feet, and even if she's skinny, she looks strong. Her musculature might not be quite right for a man, being thinner and leaner than it should be with all the heavy work she does, but that is easy to overlook, especially if you don't know how hard dragonriders work. Loose clothing helps, too, and she never wears tight pants. Ever.

Her straight hair is trimmed short, helping the illusion along. With her promotion to Goldrider, however, people have taken a bit more of an interest in her appearance, and now her haircuts are actually styles, instead of just looking like someone went at her head with a dull knife (which, honestly, was how Caden cut her hair for years). Her current blunt cut gives her face a hint of femininity, even if it is just a hint, and her hair is generally kept brushed now, at the very least.

It is a dull brown, with muddy highlights the same color as her smallish eyes. Her other features are nothing special - her nose is pretty big, although not out out of place - but her eyebrows are thick and very dark, nearly black. She lets them grow wild, not trimming them like many Northern women did, but mainly because she's never paid any attention to them at all.

As she has matured, however, Caden's shape has changed a little. The South's rich and abundant food has added a little extra weight to her frame, rounding out her squarish face and adding at least the vaguest hint of a woman's form. She always wears tight breastbands to flatten her chest (not that it's not flat already), and otherwise her wardrobe is generally dark, drab and shapeless - except that she wears green with every outfit, and rainbows far more often than expected. She still refuses skirts of any description, opting instead for pants to cover her heavily scarred legs.

Personality:
She's back. The silent, standoffish refugee, just out of slavery, the one who'd rather pull a knife on you than say hello - the Caden that first came to Selenitas has returned. No one is pleased.

Caden was and still is a Benden wingleader's dream. Hard working, loyal to a fault, and above all, quiet (mainly because she sometimes has a hard time stringing sentences together, but... what can you do?). She does what superiors ask without question, and always does it at least competently (but usually very well). She will not mouth off or start fights, not unless the integrity of her Weyr or Wing is in question (although she is much more likely to suggest a contest of skill than to just punch someone outright). That's the point of being on a wing, isn't it? Working hard and being the best, in service to your Weyr and all of Pern, no matter the cost?

Caden isn't exactly smart, though (except in the area of battle planning and strategy - there she has a spark of genius, although she hasn't had a chance to discover it yet). She literally does not ever question orders, no matter their stupidity, assuming that her Wingleaders (or now the Weyrwomen) know better simply because they have been placed above her. Order her to retrieve the Red Star? There must be a reason, so she'll try, and she won't complain. She'd rather die in the attempt than never try at all. None the less, she spends a lot of her time considering how things could be done better and more efficiently, and is not afraid to make suggestions to those above her, as long as she has not been ordered otherwise. She does take criticism hard, but always uses it to make herself better after she gets over the depression and sense of inadequacy that puts her in a foul mood for a few days. She works well alone or in groups, but not because she is particularly social; rather, she simply does her best to make life easy for those she works and lives with, whether she actually likes them or not. As far as Caden is concerned, in an ideal world, everyone would simply listen and act, and try to make life easy for everyone else.

For a while, at Selenitas, Caden may have been happy. Nitrath brought the light back into her life, and Caden may have smiled and even laughed once in a blue moon. No longer. She's fallen back into old habits, brooding, silent, and angry by turns; even her Gold and the antics of her Green firelizards can't pull her out of her darkness anymore. Where at one time she saw black, white, and a single shade of grey, now she only sees black and white. Everything is either right or wrong - she just needs to figure out which one is which. Her silence has returned full-force, and her list of betrayers is ever-expanding. Bendeners and Fortians of any description, Northerners in general, old Wastelanders, the Council and Summit, anyone involved in sending her to Inverness - betrayal is one of the only ways to lose Caden's loyalty, and she feels absolutely betrayed by everyone that sent her away from the North in the first place, and back to the same place years later. Luckily, she still follows orders, and her goal isn't to create a problem All she wants is to keep her head down long enough to get herself back to the South.

History:
2997 - 3009: Benden Weyr; Early Life
Aenora hated Benden. Raised in more liberal Nerat, she had a very different opinion of herself than the girls she moved in with upon reaching the Weyr: namely, that she was actually worth something. Searched at age 13 by Greenrider D'nroc, who seemed more interested in her looks than in her ability to Impress, Aenora stood for clutch after clutch, continuing to fail. Entering the Weyr was a nasty shock, and Aenora earned her fair share of abuse for her different views, quickly turning her even more against the idea of being a Rider. When the Dragon War broke out, she finally announced that she would no longer be Standing. She was 16 and stubborn, trying to barter passage back to Nerat when D'nroc caught her mid-flight, using her as a flightmoth (against her wishes).

Shortly thereafter, D'nroc was transferred to a front-lines wing and killed. Aenora eventually delivered a baby with only a drudge in attendance, and then secluded herself. Two or three weeks later, she emerged with a baby boy she called Caedenor. She kept him separate from the other children for the first several years of his life, but soon it became clear that little Caedenor loved Benden as much as his mother despised it. He would escape their rooms to play with the Weyrbrats, imagining himself as a Rider, and sneaking on to the stands while he was underage to look at the clutches. Aenora had done her best to scare Caedenor away from the dragons, or to coerce him to leave with her for a Hold, but the headstrong little boy refused to go. Eventually, Aenora returned to Nerat, entrusting her son to the drudge who had assisted at the birth.

The truth came out when Caedenor finally turned 12 and escaped his foster mother to register as a Candidate. He entered his physical exam healthy and hale, totally unprepared for the revelation that was about to come. The Healer hadn't asked for gender, simply requested that Caedenor disrobe so he could complete the examination. He ticked the box next to "female" and cleared the Candidate to stand, mentioning offhand that he was a "Very healthy little girl". Caedenor had opened his - no, her - mouth to protest, but after a little arguing realized a Healer couldn't be wrong.

He wasn't a boy.

Reeling from the revelation - her mother hadn't wanted her daughter to suffer her own fate, so she'd lied to protect her, lied to the whole Weyr - Caedenor continued the charade out of habit, and no one but the healer knew the difference. She stood anyway, hoping against hope that she wouldn't impress and be outed, wouldn't have to explain. Still, she wasn't afraid of the war, and she was already a good fighter, with hands and feet and with the meat knives she'd stolen from the kitchen. Why shouldn't she be a Rider if she wanted to be, girl or otherwise?

3009 - 3011: Benden Weyr; Weyrling, Rider
She'd shuffled aside every time a Green came at her, closing her mind in panic, and they all passed by. She didn't want one of those flighty, brainless hussies, good only for girls and for bedding the real Riders. It was a Blue that picked her after all, a solid, muscular fellow named Smath. The two were immediately inseparable, and Caedenor did not regret her choice to stand. Plus, with a Blue, it was easier to continue pretending she was male - she even went so far as to shorten her name, taking an honorific even though Smath continued to call her her full name in her mind. If he had to refer to her to a fellow Weyrling or Wingmate, he simply used Mine, understanding her desire to stay incognito.

Everything seemed to be going just fine for the Bluepair - they excelled at Weyrling Training, and were tapped for an advanced wing long before graduation. Possibly due to C'den's clear aversion to the subject, Smath chased rarely and never truly tried to catch. Both were known as bachelors, which unfortunately attracted exactly the wrong kind of woman: the kind that reported back to C'leon when their advances were spurned (which, of course, they always were). It wasn't long before C'den was unceremoniously switched to a front-lines wing, the one with the highest casualty rate in Benden. C'den was never sure if the switch came because of her supposed homosexuality, or if C'leon or her Wingleader had discovered her masquerade, or if there was a reason she hadn't even considered, but there wasn't much time to ask. Instead, half her wing was killed in her first battle, the other half lost or taken captive by Fort. As was their custom at the time, Fort executed the surviving Blue and Green dragons, Smath included, and sold their riders off as slaves.

3011 - 3012: Fort Territory; Dragonless Slave
C'den was bereft, and the only thing that kept her alive was her new master (not in a good way). No longer able to face her full name - Smath had called her that - she went with Caden, and went about her business surviving as a slave. She lasted this way for over a turn and a half, long enough for her to recover slightly from Smath's death and consider escape. There was nothing left for her in the North, and she would not spend the rest of her life in servitude. It was C'leon's death that gave her the opportunity she needed, throwing every Weyr and Hold on Pern into chaos. She left in the night, two words in her mind: Selenitas Weyr. The rumors she heard labeled them as C'leon's killers; they had gotten revenge for her, and would be a safe haven for those who needed to escape the North. She would go there.

3012 - 3017: Old Selenitas Weyr; Candidate, Weyrling, Rider
It took her nearly two turns to reach the South, spurred on by rumors that they had protected riders from High Reaches Weyr after a recent attack. Somehow she never heard of the alliance between Benden and Selenitas - but then again, she got most of her information by sitting in dark corners and listening to the people around her, so perhaps that wasn't so surprising after all.

As soon as she reached the Weyr, she took the required mental and physical exams and registered as a Candidate. She knew nothing else, after all, and even though she never expected to replace Smath it would be an acceptable way to pass the next few years. An encounter with S'rei led her to take up Tanning, although she never even made Apprentice. She also (accidentally) added a fire lizard to her retinue: Green Sel, named for Caden's new life, and hatched by Gold Elegance and Brown Charming. Standing for Jingth's clutch didn't produce a dragon for Caden, but the next clutch - Millieth's, by Demotaeth - did.

And before she knew it, Caden was a Goldrider, member of one of the smallest classes in the history of Selenitas. The murder of several of the other hatchlings haunts her to this day; yet another thing she will never forgive the Wastelanders for. A few bright spots have illuminated the darkness, however; her impression of Blossom, her second green firelizard, and her friendships with Er'ani and Mo'rya and the other members of her class, especially after they stood up together to keep M'ta as their Weyrlingmaster. Ah, yes - and her first kiss, courtesy of Er'ani.

3017 - 3020: New Selenitas Weyr; Junior Weyrwoman
The earthquake came and went - Caden, trapped in her weyr with Nitrath, was unable to provide any effective support or help, and the Gold took over their part of the crisis. Caden had arrived so soon before the Wasteland invasion that the move to New Selenitas meant little to the Goldrider... except for the shift to council-based rule. Despite standing somewhat outside the system, Caden did not approve. For someone so obsessed with rank, having five people that may or may not supersede you and/or your direct superior was incredibly confusing. Nitrath was far less bothered, but that's Nitrath for you.

The gold's long-delayed first flight occurred without fanfare. R'men and Bronze Weith caught the maiden Queen after an incredibly grueling flight, producing a clutch of 16, of which 11 hatched. The whole process was absolutely devastating to Caden; bad memories came flooding back, and she simply couldn't keep herself under control. She banned weapons, kept everyone but Candidates and Healers from the sands, asked Wastelanders not to attend, and eventually pulled a knife on the wastelander Cainith when he violated her rules. Her behavior, both before and during the hatching, was noted and not appreciated by the Council. Cainith received punishment, but so did Caden - required sessions with a Mindhealer. Unfortunately for the poor Healer, Caden was the worst patient imaginable, and refused to say more than 'yes', 'no', and 'unh'. Luckily Nitrath was drastically more useful, although the Healers refused to allow the Junior Weyrwoman to end her sessions. None of this was good for Caden's PR.

One more Flight and Clutch occurred, this time sired by Kallandrith and his odd C'loy, and Caden was approximately as happy as she'd ever been (not that anyone could tell). She developed a bit of a crush on R'men, likely motivated by Nitrath's affection for Weith, but the Bronzerider was involved with a Greenrider so Caden left well enough alone. Other Bronzeriders were tolerated well enough, especially those that participated in or won Nitrath's flights. Er'ani, Mo'rya, and Merridan remained close friends, although Caden never especially felt the need to know any of Er'ani's female friends or, eventually, children. The war was hard on them all, and Caden had her own demons to worry about. Namely: uselessness. There was no place in the battle plans for a fertile Queen, and as a Junior Weyrwoman the important decisions went over her head. The Pern-wide Summit was conducted while Caden sat on her behind and requisitioned bedsheets or something equally pointless, and when it was over she discovered she was moving back North.

3020 - Present: Inverness Weyr; Junior Weyrwoman
Moving to the North was not a good thing for Caden. Basically the only good thing that came out of the Summit, in Caden's opinion, was the return to the traditional Weyr structure of Weyrwoman and Weyrleader. Not that that would hold up for long with the the Weyrleader trials approaching, but Caden wasn't 100% opposed to the idea. She rather liked the thought of Weyrleaders being picked based on skill, even if she couldn't quite get used to the idea that everyone could compete. The only other bright spot was that Er'ani and Mo'rya moved with her to the North - but M'ta and Merridan were left behind. Epifayrmuth actually managed to catch Nitrath and sire a clutch, too, although that didn't appear to sit well with the other Inverness leaders.

Everything else decided in 3020 was a serious problem. Useful riders sent to the Holds to rot? The establishment of a new Weyr in the north? The blending of Riders from all over Pern? The abolishment of traditional Candidacy? And, horror of horrors, Nitrath would be working directly with Baith, Smath's dam. He had been hatched out of the clutch that produced Pariah and Kleopath, after all, although that goldpair had taken Caden's spot at Selenitas. She hated Pariah for it, and she hated Arga and Baith (even though Arga had been instrumental in C'leon's demise), and she hated Inverness. Although it wasn't Benden or Fort, the North was the North, and her deceased Blue seemed to hover around every corner. Even Nitrath couldn't get through to her. Her Mindhealer sessions continued without alteration, and Caden started withdrawing from Weyr life. She wasn't out to cause problems, and most likely only her closest friends noticed anything - she still followed orders and completed tasks; Nitrath still rose and produced clutches, although her choices were occasionally suspect; and life went on. Caden just wasn't a part of it.

Nitrath
Gold Dragon

Name: Nitrath (nigh-trath)
Color: Gold
Age: 7 Turns (November 3015)

Physical Appearance:
At forty-three feet, Nitrath rivals Baith for largest queen in the North. Long, broad wings allow her to stay in the air with an endurance to aspire too. Lean muscle covers the entirety of her body and can be seen clearly when she moves across the ground or through the sky. Nitrath's head is slightly angular and her slim neck arches as proudly as any other dragon. Her tail is thin and whip-like giving her body an overall streamline appearance. She is certainly not the thickest or the most muscled Queen, but her speed and agility make up for it. Nitrath might sound pretty and perfect so far, but one must remember she is the child of Millieth. And on closer inspection you can tell why. On the backs of her legs and slightly above her elbows, the Queen has long and slightly curved spikes which are made of the same material as her creme colored talons. Although they were soft upon hatching, as she grows they will harden and become sharp to the touch. These protrusions are also found on her wings on the finger joint, they are smaller and more resemble a claw than a horn or spike.

Her mutations do not stop there. At hatching, Nitrath is as bright and uniform as a newly polished locket. No anomalous colors or shades break up her hide like many of her brothers and sisters, in fact you could almost say she was pristine. She won't stay this way for long. Starting a few months into Nitrath's growth small patches of hide will start to lighten until they reach an almost off-white color. These spots will first appear on her feet and legs, cropping up along her body at random intervals as she grows, eventually stopping when they reach half way or so up her neck. These spots will slowly continue to grow in size until she is ten or eleven turns old. Worry not, for there is reason for this strange occurrence. Nitrath has the condition known to humans as Vitiligo, or Skin Bleaching. Rest assured that this genetic mutation is not fatal, only a little strange to watch its progression. Since her bleaching is minimal to moderate, she will retain her bright golden color where the spots do not spread.

Personality:
She makes Millieth and the other Golds look like monsters from the Between. Nitrath is the peacekeeper, the saint, and undeniably good. Levelheaded and extremely intelligent, the Gold is amazing at handling situations that deal with very delicate terms. There is a time and a place for emotions but when they start to affect your judgment then obviously its not the best time to be letting yourself get taken by them. Nitrath places every Dragon on equal footing and deals with them as such, putting giving no more respect to one over another. With, of course, the slight exception to the older Golds that rank above her. They have more power and more loyalty than she will ever have. Until of course, Her's becomes the Junior or the Senior Weyrwoman. Which will only be a matter of patience and time.

Nitrath abhors violence but understands the need for it in these times. Absolutely opposed to the War, the Gold does her best to lobby against it. Always the doubting voice, always trying to poke holes in war plans so that the idea is cast away. She wants all of this nonsensical attacking to finally end and she wants it done diplomatically. She has a patience that is uncharacteristic for Dragons, needless to say its very hard to get her to stop once she's set her mind on something. And if her anger was a candle, her wick would be a mile long. Not temperamental or easily agitated, Nitrath is a good addition to the personalities in the current regime.

The Gold is also very good at organization and surprisingly, manipulation. Despite hating to use it, Nitrath will find that it comes alarmingly natural to her. If someone can hone these skills it could spell triumph or trouble. She tries to steer away from any manipulation and relies heavily on the deep bonds she makes with other Dragons and humans she comes in contact with. Among other things, Nitrath is also very alert and has the ability to memorize her surroundings. If she leaves and someone moves something, something even as inconsequential as a book from a shelf, she will know immediately upon returning. Almost nothing escapes her attention unless its physically impossible for her to concentrate.

Sel
Green Firelizard

Name: Sel
Color: Green
Age: 8 Turns (born February 3015)
Notes: Based off of St. Patrick’s Day; Sel is blind due to testing during the pet plague.

Physical Appearance:
Like a sculpted statue, this firelizard is the perfect image of grace – everything her kind should be. Her wings, legs and tail are all in proportion to her body, everything that a green flit ought to be. Finely carved, her face is slender, slanting into a smooth and feminine snout, while her ridges are jagged and sharp, more like little triangles coming out of her back than anything else. The shape of her face makes her seem to have a permanent smile – as if she’s laughing in amusement at everything around her. The only slight imperfection in her build would be the fork of her tail, which is slightly long, but not enough to really be considered a split tail. Because of being so evenly proportioned, she’ll likely be considered prettier than many of her kind – but her flight skills will be far from exceptional. She won’t have the grace that firelizards with smaller, thinner wings have, or the endurance of a stronger built female. She’s simply average – and that applies to her size as well; neither too big nor too small, but somewhere neatly in between. Pretty, but not in an exotic sort of way. It could even be said that of her clutchsiblings, she’s the most plain to look at – but then, beauty is in the eye of the beholder.

And she’s definitely got pretty colors. Her body is literally a gradient of green shades. The tip of her snout starts out a wonderful light green, like powder, and it bleeds down getting steadily darker before reading the tip of her tail in a shade so close to black that it’s nearly impossible to identify a difference. Her entire hide, when well cared-for, has a sleek shine that is nearly metallic, glinting like a fine emerald. Interestingly, she always seems to have a healthy glow, but when she’s close to flight, she’ll be as bright as any gold and impossible to ignore as a result. But her hide is not without tones that are reminiscent of gold – not at all. She has yellowy ‘coin’ markings over each eye, reminiscent of pieces of gold as collected by pirates in ages past. Similarly, she has an outline of yellow-green on her left haunch that very distinctly resembles a Terran shamrock – a four-leaf clover for all to admire. In contrast to the dark tones of her hide at that spot, it is definitely prominent – like a birthmark or tattoo. Because being simply green would be unacceptable, wouldn’t it?

Personality:
Playful and sneaky is this green firelizard. Such is her most dominant traits – and thus the most easily recognizable. She gets quite the thrill out of initiating games with creatures of any species (and she has no problem with other draconids – in fact, she rather likes them, even the more ornery of salamandyrs). Hide and seek used to be one of her personal favorites and she was very good at hiding... both herself and objects. Since going blind, however, the green has been somewhat lost, unsure of what to do with herself. Although she's lost what was perhaps her most upsetting trait - she would find something shiny (typically gold in coloration) and try to hide it, so that other people/firelizards could find her ‘treasure’ - she is somewhat listless now, unable to properly hide or seek. It is still common for her to find objects with interesting shapes or textures to hide, but since it is now harder for her to appreciate the recipient's delight, she is less joyful about it all. Instead, she's gotten very good at hiding herself.

This is one firelizard who is probably best described as discreet. She is most assuredly not shy at all; she’s happy to chitter and chatter to Hers, hold entire conversations and being loving as needed and she makes a great sounding board. But others? Others can’t see her. She is a creature of mystery! Of secrets! If they see her, the allure is lost! So it will be that Hers will have to adjust, fast, to having a firelizard hiding amongst their clothing, or in their hair. This has only gotten worse with her sudden blindness, and Sel often asks for reassurance from Hers - can she be seen? How? Where?

She does have one very major flaw though. This flaw is very hard to overlook for those that interact with her a lot because it becomes annoying, too. She still likes green, even if she can't see it anymore. She’ll be most playful to other female firelizards, ‘mandyrs, whers, and dragons, given the high chance that they are in fact green. She always wants to be outside where green things bloom, and will constantly urge Caden outside. She can no longer nip those offenders who are not wearing green somewhere on their person, so instead she has taken to flashing a remembered image of her favorite color at any mind she senses nearby. In her mind, green is the best color ever and everyone – regardless of species – needs to have a bit of it. And if they reject her flash of color, nip nip nip. Eventually she’ll convince them all. Won’t Hers help her in her mission?

Blossom
Green Firelizard

Name: Blossom
Color: Green
Age: 6 Turns (born April 3016)
From: Lotty <3

Physical Appearance:
From the moment this creature breaks shell, it is readily apparent that there is nothing subtle in form or style about this firelizard. She is a colorful thing first and foremost, bright and vibrant and in a manner so that is so avant-garde. With a scheme that dabbles and clashes in the ranges of greens, blues and yellows there is almost a mechanical madness in the precision of her lines, in the all too perfect manner in which the lemon zest staggers off in grainy dashes before giving way to pear greens and deeper yet to a teal underbelly that relinquishes none of it's ostentatious brilliance. Sulfurous glazes leave a certain jaundiced appearance to those thinner membranes where hide is stretched over and across pointed bones, down along backridges, and especially the webbing between toes and the sails of her wings. A lunate streak of turquoise splashes underneath the brow like garish eye-shadow - as if the eyes needed anymore defining, they are peeled wide open and expressive enough, not to mentioned lined with rings of corbeau. As if to complete the look, her talons are impressively blanched and kept meticulously clean as if crafted from something as rare as ivory or pearl.

It should be mentioned, for that matter, that she is as every bit bold in shape as is in hue. While not the largest green, or even smallest for that matter, she is cut at impressive angles. Bones seem to ever constantly threaten to peek out from under the hide, not only at sharp joints but clear down the sides where ribs softly rise and fall with every breath. Even the smallest of meals seem visible there where it sits in an emaciated belly and the green's mass seems otherwise comprised of stringy, ever atrophying muscle, twisting itself all the way lanky legs and along a crooked and kinked forked tail. Any body type more substantial than this would appear too hefty for her slight wings, as they are nothing more than wafer thin triangles shrunken almost comically small. This is in contrast to heavy headknobs that with their bulbous ends come with an alien appeal - antennae is really the better term for them. It comes together in a look that is undeniably exotic in nature; a winged piece of pop art if you will.

Personality:
Since she is after all something of an "It Girl" among firelizards, it is perhaps all too appropriate that she is colored so vividly. One needs to to appear as the social butterfly they are after all, and without a bit of training or coaxing she possesses all of the charms of the upper crust elite and just the right dash of folksy pleasantry. Clearly aristocracy if not exactly royalty by birthright, this green finds herself more often than not as the center of attention, throwing herself into conversation with your friends just as readily as strangers and she will not be deterred by her lack of verbal language. She'll cut in when the time is right, shamelessly stretching herself on and around one's shoulders - she is most definitely a lover - and fluting and chirruping in place of actual words. The concept that she may be unwelcomed or even unwanted simply never occurs to her, a simple result of her naivete, and regardless of this she is not one to be put off by bad impressions or poor receptions anyway, she is far too assured of her own ability to charm the pants off of just about anyone - human and fellow firelizard alike.

Being high maintenance sort of comes with the territory. Despite her propensity for meddling with other people's lives, she is unable to actually take care of herself, and you'll be following her around cleaning up her messes where ever she goes, not to mention keeping up with an even oiled shine on her hide, and fixing the meals she wouldn't even remember to eat if it wasn't for you. This alone could be a full time job with her seemingly constant need to go new places and meet new people she will only forget a matter of hours later. She is ever so stuck in the here and now that she has almost no capacity for memory what so ever. Really girl is just a little bit loopy, but spirited is a nice way of putting it. This nymph lives the aesthete life, always doing everything in flamboyant excess (for instance she can't just fly in a straight line, she must sky dance) and enjoying every pleasure in life whether it be the company of good friends, the rush of wind under her wings, or napping and basking in the light of a sunny day, but never does she want to dare lift a claw to do a chore or task unless incessantly prodded to.

Smath
Blue Dragon

Name: Smath
Color: Blue
Age: Deceased

Physical Appearance: Smath was a big, solid dragon, corded with muscle more like a Bronze's than your normal agile blue. It rippled under his skin as he walked, making his deep blue-green hide look like rolling waves. This illusion was furthered by the foamy white splotches dotting his back and shoulders, like whitecaps on almost-breaking waves. Beyond that, Caden chooses not to remember.

Personality: Like his appearance, Caden has done her best to forget Smath's personality. What lingers is the sense of a rough dragon, sometimes vulgar and never polite, who softened only around his few friends. He was ambitious and talented, and inordinately hard on himself when he failed, always striving to be better, but never reaching above his perceived place.

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