Post by Rei on Oct 16, 2008 17:12:29 GMT -5
THANK you Bird for the awesome picture of my Raylin. *Snugs*
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Died due to southern fever plague
Name: Raylin
Age: 20
Birthday: February 13th
Gender: Female
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
Rank: Weyrling Rider
Physical Appearance:
Raylin is a small girl of slim build. She stands about 5' 3" and has black hair that falls to midback which she usually has bound in a braid so as not to interfere with her work. She has some lean muscle mass due to the demands of being a weyrling rider and taking care of a quickly growing dragon. She has small breasts, and narrow hips, with a small yet shapely butt. Her legs are well muscled and slender and probably the best of her physical features.
Raylin’s face is angled with high cheekbones, full lips and long eyelashes. Her eyes are a deep rich brown color. She will darken her lashes and paint her lips only for gathers or celebrations. Her skin tone is prominently pale even though she spends moderate time in the sun. She tends to burn more often then she tans.
She often dresses like a male in simple breeches of a neutral color and a short sleeved shirt (due to the heat). Because she grew up in a family of all boys, save herself, she has little interest in fashion. However when she gets the chance she loves to dress in formal dresses and most find her pleasant to look at although not gorgeous.
A few scars now decorate her once flawless skin. These scars where given to her by a bronze rider from Benden named F’rel during the Siege of Selenitas. The first pale scar runs from beside her left eye and curves gently to end at her chin. The second scar decorates her chest beginning between her breasts and curving to the bottom of her rib cage.
Personality:
Raylin is headstrong and stubborn. Unlikely to back down in most verbal arguments. She has difficulty relinquishing her beliefs even when faced with facts to the contrary. It takes a considerable amount of effort on someone elses part to convince her that she is wrong. She has a nasty temper when confronted which makes it hard for her to get along with more "pushy" females. It takes a lot to make her angry but when you do she tends to hold a grudge.
When she lived in her hold she spent most of her time with her father’s runners, caring for them and helping to train them. Due to this fact she has no trouble handling animals much larger than herself and has healthy respect for those more powerful than her.
She has a tendency to ramble or clam up when nervous. Older men and those of higher rank than her tend to make her nervous. She is most comfortable with females of her own age and the less flirty men. She is very much a loner, preferring the company of animals to people. This makes it hard for her to strike up conversations with people she has just met unless they have a common interest. She more often than not would rather sit and quietly observe what is going on around her. She likes her alone time and frequently takes walks by herself.
Once you have befriended her however she becomes more open and friendly. She is loyal and close to her friends although she likes to keep those friends few in number. Large crowds bother her immensely and she gets nervous in crowd situations if she has to speak or entertain. She would much rather take a walk along a quiet beach than be involved in a party.
In chaotic situations she is normally able to keep a level head. This is partially due to being raised in a household with a large family and a lot of stress. She can temporarily ignore her own emotions in favor of calming someone else important to her. When she is alone however and the emotions come flooding back she is often jumpy and irritable until she can calm herself.
Having little to no experience with males leaves her a bit nervous when she is the object of their attentions. She often tries to make excuses to remove herself from these uncomfortable situations. Due to this she has never had any sexual contact at all with another human being. Any touch from a male tends to send her into nervous stuttering.
Raylin is caring to an extent but conveys it in a different way by being stern and often blunt. She is much more of a caretaker towards the young generation perhaps because young ones remind her of her own siblings. She is not much of a dreamer preferring to keep her head in the here and now rather than waste time with idle dreams.
In recent times a bit of a pessimistic streak has shown itself and her thoughts have been rather dark and depressive.
History:
Raylin was born to Lin and Vanir of Selenitas Hold. Her parents raised Runners for a living and were a very poor family, farming what they needed from the land they owned. The third child born to the pair, and so far the only girl, both her mother and father lavished attention on her. Her father adored his only daughter to the point of over protectiveness. In Raylin’s younger years he refused to let her be around the runners or have much to do with anything he considered dangerous.
Her mother Linn strove to teach her only daughter everything she thought a proper woman needed to know. Which ranged from cooking to taking care of the household as a whole. As time passed four other boys where born into the family to join Raylin, and her two older brothers older brothers Sena and Ranair. Tenga, Ruk, and the twins Elan and Linin where the last additions to the family. Life continued on in everyday monotony until her mother grew ill.
Raylin’s mother Linn died of Cholera a few months after giving birth to her twin brothers. Her memories of her mother were highly treasured. She remembered her mother as a kind and caring woman who always put others before herself. Raylin tried to model herself after those memories but felt that she failed in that area.
Raylin was the only female and so the responsibilities of caring for the household where thrust upon her. She was forced into the caretaker role even though she was only a child herself. This caused her to have a lot of bitter feelings towards her family which she kept locked inside. The dark emotions plagued her thoughts at night causing her to doubt herself and her actions. She blamed her family (especially her dead mother) for her lot in life and kept the secret loathing buried inside. Where it festered and left her in a deep depression.
The depression only worsened with her fathers controlling attitude. As she grew, numerous suitors came to try and court her and each one was turned away. Vanir needed her to run the household and he refused to marry her off. At first Raylin argued with him. However when things threatened to get violent she backed off and obeyed her father’s wishes, effectively cutting herself off from any hope of a normal life.
Just last turn her father, tired of being alone, wed a woman who was recently widowed. This brought Irena and her 3 daughters into the family. Irena was an overbearing pompous woman and her daughters no better. Raylin couldn’t stand them and they often got into arguments. Although her older brothers would have backed her up they where long gone, having married a few turns ago.
Raylin took to spending the majority of her time with the runners. Soon things began to grow worse. Irena was trying to convince Vanir to marry Raylin off to her brother’s son in Blossom. Wanting no part of it Raylin got into a heated argument with her father and then took off on Tak her favorite runner. She decided to spend the day in one on the lower pastures, miles away from the house she now hated so much.
The decision to leave for the day had been a good one. In one of the lower pastures she was approached by a blue rider. He identified himself as C’le of blue Enouth, and informed her that his dragon thought she would be a good candidate for search. After some thought she agreed to go with the rider to Selenitas. As Raylin saw it, this was her only way out of her horrible situation.
Needless to say neither her father nor her step mother where pleased with her decision and they fought violently with her and when all was said and done Raylin found herself written off. Her own father saying he wanted nothing more to do with her. Blinking back tears Raylin gathered a few merger possessions and left her home without speaking so much as a goodbye to anyone.
Her arrival at Selenitas was uneventful at first. Soon she developed a deep friendship with a girl named Saeo. The two where almost always together and soon her circle of friends grew to include a boy named Cloar and another girl named Farryl. Things where peaceful for quite awhile and Raylin grew to adore her new home. Finally, for once in a long time, she felt like she belonged somewhere. Life was worth actually living. Soon she had impressed her own fire lizard. A blue she named Vega. Life fell into place and she was quite happy for once.
Aslath rose not long after she began her candidacy and was caught by T’rid’s Corinth. The upcoming clutch weighed heavily on every candidate’s mind. This was the reason they had been brought to the weyr after all. Weeks past and the eggs where laid. As they hardened on the sands the anticipation in the weyrling barracks was almost unbearable. Finally the day arrived. At Aslath’s bidding the candidates formed the customary semi circles as the hungry dragonets broke shell.
It was that day that Raylin met her soul mate in the form of a bubbly green hatching. Third to hatch she blundered into a boy accidentally mauling him before scrambling over to Raylin. Butting against her legs affectionately, Ebolath’s clear happy voice sounded in the girls head. Beautiful, beautiful Raylin! Please feed your little Ebolath, yes, that food looks /awfully/ good!
The rest of the hatching was a blur of hungry dragons and bloody maulings. However all three of her friends impressed. Happiness was the reigning emotion that day. Not long after the hatching Ebolath and Raylin stumbled upon T’rid and Corinth at the rivers edge. Striking up a conversation with the young bronze rider and his dragon, Raylin started what was to develop into a friendship and lasting affection for yet another person.
Her little green soon grew enamored with the man and his mind mates. Especially T’rid’s brown salamander Stupid. Raylin was content to let the friendship continue. After all T’rid really wasn’t as bad as everyone said he was. She found he was actually quite pleasant to be around once you got used to his sarcastic attitude. Months later something happened that caused Raylin to reevaluate everything in her life.
Shmee weyrwoman to gold Aslath was poisoned and killed. Poison ran rampant throughout the weyr killing many with Raylin herself growing ill from it. Soon tithes where cut and things started to gain a semblance of normalcy until one dark night. Fire lit the sky and death cries rang through the still air. Benden was invading.
The weyrling barracks where one of the key points the attackers concentrated on. Raylin found herself taken captive by their Wingleader, F’rel of Trilyanth. He planned on using her as leverage to gain control over the weyrlings. He used her as a hostage, hurting her whenever he deemed it necessary to instill a sense of fear and hopelessness in the fighters. Finally with the help of white salamandyr Star of G’tor and T’rid, she was rescued.
Shortly after F’rel released her she fell unconscious and when she awoke the attack was over. Many of her classmates had perished along with her fire lizard, and countless others had been badly injured, among them T’rid. Feeling responsible, in part, for the pain and suffering Raylin has fallen into a deep depression which her dragon feels she may never recover from. Only time will tell if this event has a long lasting effect on her personality.
Vega Killed in the Siege of Selenitas
Looks to- Raylin
Color- Blue CCFFFF
Physical Appearance
An extremely pale blue hide characterizes this blue, verging on white, with only the faintest blue tinge to it. However, the deep sapphire blue shade of his wing membranes leaves no doubt as to the coloring of this little flitter, odd though the stark contrast appears. The same sapphire blue tips each of his neck ridges, and his the tip of his tail fades into the same shade as well. His size, too, sticks out, being extremely small to the point where some greens might dwarf him. His body is slender and relatively long, his tail longer still, but his wings are short and wide, making flight rather difficult. Luckily, there isn't much weight for those wings to bear.
Personality
There's no getting around the fact that this blue is self-conscious about his awkward conformation, most especially his size. Queens, bronzes, and browns of any species make this little one a nervous wreck, and no matter how kind any of them may be, he'll never be as open around them as he can be. Blues and greens, however, are a different story, and while he's still slightly shy upon first meeting, he's much more forward. This flit is undeniably sweet, caring and eager to please any who ask it. A slightly flirty side of him comes out with greens that are smaller than or the same size as he, though he's apt to loose attention if his interests are returned too quickly, or if they are returned too slowly. Thus, the only one that will likely ever have his eternal adoration is His.
Name:
Color: Blue #0B002D #1F1A8B #391ABD #F0FDFE
Gender: Male
Age: Hatchling
Looks To: Raylin
Physical Appearance: This is a large blue. He's almost the size of a brown, in fact, so large is he, and his wingspan is nothing short of impressive. Large wingsails make him adept at soaring to and fro. Ironically, this makes him absolutely comical on the ground: he can barely keep himself balanced when trying to 'walk' and will often fall on his face as a result. His body is trim, but not nearly as muscular as most firelizards. He can't reach speeds as fast as most blues due to being more delicately built and this fragility makes him seem lanky as opposed to stream-lined like most of his kind are. He's an agile creature, though, and his long tail works as a perfect rudder to twist him back and forth in quick turns and twirls. His head is angular and slender, a perfect triangle, and he has slightly large eyes that grant for an almost picturesque arrogance. Coupled with the slight ridges down his back (which are much closer to bumps than true ridges) and a knot at the very end of his tail that seems almost out of place, this is one blue that couldn't exactly be described as 'cute' but he's definitely 'unique.'
Color-wise, the best description of this little fellow is... pie. Yes, pie. He looks as if someone took a bunch of berries and smashed them all into his hide until he literally was stained with the innards of a mixed berry tart from a gather. His base color is a dark blue with purple undertones, spreading unevenly out over his entire body. The darkness decreases on places like his neck, and where his legs connect to his body, to a lighter more fruity shade of blue. Comically, splotches of blue-violet splatter at the base of his tail and the back of his head, like accent. The finishing touch that really brings the comparison out is the lighter shade of blue that literally is a swirl on his back; almost white, there is pale blue shading that makes the spot look disturbingly like cream plastered between his wings. No doubt this fellow is likely to be mistaken for an edible treat come gather-time!
Personality: Obnoxious. Arrogant. Irritating. Bratty. These are all words that describe this blue perfectly and he has absolutely no problem with such 'compliments' since he couldn't care less what anyone thinks of him anyway. He's prone to making loud noises solely because he can and doing it in the most inconvenient places: like right outside a creche of sleeping children who are sure to rouse at the noise he makes (a particularly devilish delight of his), or in the infirmary while the healers are trying to work. Yes, he delights in being annoying, and the more fussy of a response he gets, the more inclined to repeat the action he is. Stubborn? Oh, certainly; no amount of scolding will keep this blue in line and good luck trying to train him. While he can be bargained with (exclusively by his bonded), it's limited, and it will take a lot of effort on his chosen's part to realize what works and doesn't work in trying to reason. In the meantime, one can expect him to do deliberately mischievous things - like stealing a single sock, or a pair of someone's under garmants while they're bathing. Anything to get a reaction, and the more explosive it is, the more pleased he is. Prankster? Perhaps; more like annoyance and he's liable to have very few friends because of it.
One of the few redeeming traits this blue has is that he's loyal to his bonded, within reason. Which means the people he picks on the most are those his chosen doesn't like. As a result, he's one of the best revenge weapons that exists, and he's perfectly willing to obey requests he likes... and usually, being malicious qualifies as that. He's intelligent, too; it's often very hard to pin anything to him when he bothers to try, and he's not above framing other flits for his evil deeds. Odds are, he won't have many firelizard companions, but he's likely to get along with some of the more devious salamandyrs at Selenitas - and two wicked minds working at once is never a good thing. Especially when one is as clever as this little guy, but a pity on those he doesn't like. There will be no mercy or rest as long as he's around.
Name: Ebolath
Age: <1 turn
Hex Code: 397D02
Appearance: Ebolath is an absolute princess of greens. She possesses an unearthly beauty compared to other dragons of her same color, and will doubtlessly have numerous suitors because of it. She is a deep forest green, pure on every part of her body without even the messiest shading on her. Despite this, she has two very peculiar parts about her coloring that certainly are memorable. One of them is a smooth yellow-green spot on her left eye. However, it isn't an ugly shade. In fact, on her, it is her equivalent of a beauty mark. The other part about her hide that is unique is that on her joints, Ebolath has a deep red tint to her hide, making her truly a Christmas dragon. These accents only show off her beauty, and makes her even more eye-catching than she normally would be.
It is only when one gets to her build when they notice that she isn't quite so dainty. She is rather big-boned, and the bulk she has on her is more fat than muscle, unfortunately. She is going to have to work very hard to ensure that she looks as dainty as her beauty would suggest. She is also quite a weak flyer, mostly because of her lack of muscle. Again, this is something that can hopefully be remedied with enough exercise. Unfortunately, with lazy habits like she has, her rider will have to encourage her quite a lot to be able to do this. If not enough encouragement is given, she will end up being a very round young dragon, and won't be able to last long in either Threadfall or in Flight.
Personality: For every ounce of fat Ebolath has, it is an ounce of love. She is full of love for everyone, even if they don't like her. But who couldn't love a sweetie like Ebolath? She lives to make everyone feel good about themselves, especially her rider. Whenever her rider is sad, she takes it as a personal blow, and will share her sorrow. For anyone else, however, she is sure to do whatever she can to make them feel better. She hates seeing despair in anyone. This is why people seem to like her so much; not only is she beautiful, but she's also very sweet.
Of course, like even the sweetest creatures, she does have her share of weaknesses. Ebolath's happens to be that she is extremely lazy. She is the type of dragon to do nothing but sleep in her free time. This, combined with her love of food, makes it very easy for her to get fat quickly. She hates exercising, so she might very well throw fits if she is to exercise, but that is the only thing that will help her keep her weight down. She also might be the type to wake up late, which could get her in trouble for lessons. Nevertheless, she will always be sincerely apologetic if she is ever to get her rider in trouble because of this.
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Died due to southern fever plague
Name: Raylin
Age: 20
Birthday: February 13th
Gender: Female
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
Rank: Weyrling Rider
Physical Appearance:
Raylin is a small girl of slim build. She stands about 5' 3" and has black hair that falls to midback which she usually has bound in a braid so as not to interfere with her work. She has some lean muscle mass due to the demands of being a weyrling rider and taking care of a quickly growing dragon. She has small breasts, and narrow hips, with a small yet shapely butt. Her legs are well muscled and slender and probably the best of her physical features.
Raylin’s face is angled with high cheekbones, full lips and long eyelashes. Her eyes are a deep rich brown color. She will darken her lashes and paint her lips only for gathers or celebrations. Her skin tone is prominently pale even though she spends moderate time in the sun. She tends to burn more often then she tans.
She often dresses like a male in simple breeches of a neutral color and a short sleeved shirt (due to the heat). Because she grew up in a family of all boys, save herself, she has little interest in fashion. However when she gets the chance she loves to dress in formal dresses and most find her pleasant to look at although not gorgeous.
A few scars now decorate her once flawless skin. These scars where given to her by a bronze rider from Benden named F’rel during the Siege of Selenitas. The first pale scar runs from beside her left eye and curves gently to end at her chin. The second scar decorates her chest beginning between her breasts and curving to the bottom of her rib cage.
Personality:
Raylin is headstrong and stubborn. Unlikely to back down in most verbal arguments. She has difficulty relinquishing her beliefs even when faced with facts to the contrary. It takes a considerable amount of effort on someone elses part to convince her that she is wrong. She has a nasty temper when confronted which makes it hard for her to get along with more "pushy" females. It takes a lot to make her angry but when you do she tends to hold a grudge.
When she lived in her hold she spent most of her time with her father’s runners, caring for them and helping to train them. Due to this fact she has no trouble handling animals much larger than herself and has healthy respect for those more powerful than her.
She has a tendency to ramble or clam up when nervous. Older men and those of higher rank than her tend to make her nervous. She is most comfortable with females of her own age and the less flirty men. She is very much a loner, preferring the company of animals to people. This makes it hard for her to strike up conversations with people she has just met unless they have a common interest. She more often than not would rather sit and quietly observe what is going on around her. She likes her alone time and frequently takes walks by herself.
Once you have befriended her however she becomes more open and friendly. She is loyal and close to her friends although she likes to keep those friends few in number. Large crowds bother her immensely and she gets nervous in crowd situations if she has to speak or entertain. She would much rather take a walk along a quiet beach than be involved in a party.
In chaotic situations she is normally able to keep a level head. This is partially due to being raised in a household with a large family and a lot of stress. She can temporarily ignore her own emotions in favor of calming someone else important to her. When she is alone however and the emotions come flooding back she is often jumpy and irritable until she can calm herself.
Having little to no experience with males leaves her a bit nervous when she is the object of their attentions. She often tries to make excuses to remove herself from these uncomfortable situations. Due to this she has never had any sexual contact at all with another human being. Any touch from a male tends to send her into nervous stuttering.
Raylin is caring to an extent but conveys it in a different way by being stern and often blunt. She is much more of a caretaker towards the young generation perhaps because young ones remind her of her own siblings. She is not much of a dreamer preferring to keep her head in the here and now rather than waste time with idle dreams.
In recent times a bit of a pessimistic streak has shown itself and her thoughts have been rather dark and depressive.
History:
Raylin was born to Lin and Vanir of Selenitas Hold. Her parents raised Runners for a living and were a very poor family, farming what they needed from the land they owned. The third child born to the pair, and so far the only girl, both her mother and father lavished attention on her. Her father adored his only daughter to the point of over protectiveness. In Raylin’s younger years he refused to let her be around the runners or have much to do with anything he considered dangerous.
Her mother Linn strove to teach her only daughter everything she thought a proper woman needed to know. Which ranged from cooking to taking care of the household as a whole. As time passed four other boys where born into the family to join Raylin, and her two older brothers older brothers Sena and Ranair. Tenga, Ruk, and the twins Elan and Linin where the last additions to the family. Life continued on in everyday monotony until her mother grew ill.
Raylin’s mother Linn died of Cholera a few months after giving birth to her twin brothers. Her memories of her mother were highly treasured. She remembered her mother as a kind and caring woman who always put others before herself. Raylin tried to model herself after those memories but felt that she failed in that area.
Raylin was the only female and so the responsibilities of caring for the household where thrust upon her. She was forced into the caretaker role even though she was only a child herself. This caused her to have a lot of bitter feelings towards her family which she kept locked inside. The dark emotions plagued her thoughts at night causing her to doubt herself and her actions. She blamed her family (especially her dead mother) for her lot in life and kept the secret loathing buried inside. Where it festered and left her in a deep depression.
The depression only worsened with her fathers controlling attitude. As she grew, numerous suitors came to try and court her and each one was turned away. Vanir needed her to run the household and he refused to marry her off. At first Raylin argued with him. However when things threatened to get violent she backed off and obeyed her father’s wishes, effectively cutting herself off from any hope of a normal life.
Just last turn her father, tired of being alone, wed a woman who was recently widowed. This brought Irena and her 3 daughters into the family. Irena was an overbearing pompous woman and her daughters no better. Raylin couldn’t stand them and they often got into arguments. Although her older brothers would have backed her up they where long gone, having married a few turns ago.
Raylin took to spending the majority of her time with the runners. Soon things began to grow worse. Irena was trying to convince Vanir to marry Raylin off to her brother’s son in Blossom. Wanting no part of it Raylin got into a heated argument with her father and then took off on Tak her favorite runner. She decided to spend the day in one on the lower pastures, miles away from the house she now hated so much.
The decision to leave for the day had been a good one. In one of the lower pastures she was approached by a blue rider. He identified himself as C’le of blue Enouth, and informed her that his dragon thought she would be a good candidate for search. After some thought she agreed to go with the rider to Selenitas. As Raylin saw it, this was her only way out of her horrible situation.
Needless to say neither her father nor her step mother where pleased with her decision and they fought violently with her and when all was said and done Raylin found herself written off. Her own father saying he wanted nothing more to do with her. Blinking back tears Raylin gathered a few merger possessions and left her home without speaking so much as a goodbye to anyone.
Her arrival at Selenitas was uneventful at first. Soon she developed a deep friendship with a girl named Saeo. The two where almost always together and soon her circle of friends grew to include a boy named Cloar and another girl named Farryl. Things where peaceful for quite awhile and Raylin grew to adore her new home. Finally, for once in a long time, she felt like she belonged somewhere. Life was worth actually living. Soon she had impressed her own fire lizard. A blue she named Vega. Life fell into place and she was quite happy for once.
Aslath rose not long after she began her candidacy and was caught by T’rid’s Corinth. The upcoming clutch weighed heavily on every candidate’s mind. This was the reason they had been brought to the weyr after all. Weeks past and the eggs where laid. As they hardened on the sands the anticipation in the weyrling barracks was almost unbearable. Finally the day arrived. At Aslath’s bidding the candidates formed the customary semi circles as the hungry dragonets broke shell.
It was that day that Raylin met her soul mate in the form of a bubbly green hatching. Third to hatch she blundered into a boy accidentally mauling him before scrambling over to Raylin. Butting against her legs affectionately, Ebolath’s clear happy voice sounded in the girls head. Beautiful, beautiful Raylin! Please feed your little Ebolath, yes, that food looks /awfully/ good!
The rest of the hatching was a blur of hungry dragons and bloody maulings. However all three of her friends impressed. Happiness was the reigning emotion that day. Not long after the hatching Ebolath and Raylin stumbled upon T’rid and Corinth at the rivers edge. Striking up a conversation with the young bronze rider and his dragon, Raylin started what was to develop into a friendship and lasting affection for yet another person.
Her little green soon grew enamored with the man and his mind mates. Especially T’rid’s brown salamander Stupid. Raylin was content to let the friendship continue. After all T’rid really wasn’t as bad as everyone said he was. She found he was actually quite pleasant to be around once you got used to his sarcastic attitude. Months later something happened that caused Raylin to reevaluate everything in her life.
Shmee weyrwoman to gold Aslath was poisoned and killed. Poison ran rampant throughout the weyr killing many with Raylin herself growing ill from it. Soon tithes where cut and things started to gain a semblance of normalcy until one dark night. Fire lit the sky and death cries rang through the still air. Benden was invading.
The weyrling barracks where one of the key points the attackers concentrated on. Raylin found herself taken captive by their Wingleader, F’rel of Trilyanth. He planned on using her as leverage to gain control over the weyrlings. He used her as a hostage, hurting her whenever he deemed it necessary to instill a sense of fear and hopelessness in the fighters. Finally with the help of white salamandyr Star of G’tor and T’rid, she was rescued.
Shortly after F’rel released her she fell unconscious and when she awoke the attack was over. Many of her classmates had perished along with her fire lizard, and countless others had been badly injured, among them T’rid. Feeling responsible, in part, for the pain and suffering Raylin has fallen into a deep depression which her dragon feels she may never recover from. Only time will tell if this event has a long lasting effect on her personality.
Vega Killed in the Siege of Selenitas
Looks to- Raylin
Color- Blue CCFFFF
Physical Appearance
An extremely pale blue hide characterizes this blue, verging on white, with only the faintest blue tinge to it. However, the deep sapphire blue shade of his wing membranes leaves no doubt as to the coloring of this little flitter, odd though the stark contrast appears. The same sapphire blue tips each of his neck ridges, and his the tip of his tail fades into the same shade as well. His size, too, sticks out, being extremely small to the point where some greens might dwarf him. His body is slender and relatively long, his tail longer still, but his wings are short and wide, making flight rather difficult. Luckily, there isn't much weight for those wings to bear.
Personality
There's no getting around the fact that this blue is self-conscious about his awkward conformation, most especially his size. Queens, bronzes, and browns of any species make this little one a nervous wreck, and no matter how kind any of them may be, he'll never be as open around them as he can be. Blues and greens, however, are a different story, and while he's still slightly shy upon first meeting, he's much more forward. This flit is undeniably sweet, caring and eager to please any who ask it. A slightly flirty side of him comes out with greens that are smaller than or the same size as he, though he's apt to loose attention if his interests are returned too quickly, or if they are returned too slowly. Thus, the only one that will likely ever have his eternal adoration is His.
Name:
Color: Blue #0B002D #1F1A8B #391ABD #F0FDFE
Gender: Male
Age: Hatchling
Looks To: Raylin
Physical Appearance: This is a large blue. He's almost the size of a brown, in fact, so large is he, and his wingspan is nothing short of impressive. Large wingsails make him adept at soaring to and fro. Ironically, this makes him absolutely comical on the ground: he can barely keep himself balanced when trying to 'walk' and will often fall on his face as a result. His body is trim, but not nearly as muscular as most firelizards. He can't reach speeds as fast as most blues due to being more delicately built and this fragility makes him seem lanky as opposed to stream-lined like most of his kind are. He's an agile creature, though, and his long tail works as a perfect rudder to twist him back and forth in quick turns and twirls. His head is angular and slender, a perfect triangle, and he has slightly large eyes that grant for an almost picturesque arrogance. Coupled with the slight ridges down his back (which are much closer to bumps than true ridges) and a knot at the very end of his tail that seems almost out of place, this is one blue that couldn't exactly be described as 'cute' but he's definitely 'unique.'
Color-wise, the best description of this little fellow is... pie. Yes, pie. He looks as if someone took a bunch of berries and smashed them all into his hide until he literally was stained with the innards of a mixed berry tart from a gather. His base color is a dark blue with purple undertones, spreading unevenly out over his entire body. The darkness decreases on places like his neck, and where his legs connect to his body, to a lighter more fruity shade of blue. Comically, splotches of blue-violet splatter at the base of his tail and the back of his head, like accent. The finishing touch that really brings the comparison out is the lighter shade of blue that literally is a swirl on his back; almost white, there is pale blue shading that makes the spot look disturbingly like cream plastered between his wings. No doubt this fellow is likely to be mistaken for an edible treat come gather-time!
Personality: Obnoxious. Arrogant. Irritating. Bratty. These are all words that describe this blue perfectly and he has absolutely no problem with such 'compliments' since he couldn't care less what anyone thinks of him anyway. He's prone to making loud noises solely because he can and doing it in the most inconvenient places: like right outside a creche of sleeping children who are sure to rouse at the noise he makes (a particularly devilish delight of his), or in the infirmary while the healers are trying to work. Yes, he delights in being annoying, and the more fussy of a response he gets, the more inclined to repeat the action he is. Stubborn? Oh, certainly; no amount of scolding will keep this blue in line and good luck trying to train him. While he can be bargained with (exclusively by his bonded), it's limited, and it will take a lot of effort on his chosen's part to realize what works and doesn't work in trying to reason. In the meantime, one can expect him to do deliberately mischievous things - like stealing a single sock, or a pair of someone's under garmants while they're bathing. Anything to get a reaction, and the more explosive it is, the more pleased he is. Prankster? Perhaps; more like annoyance and he's liable to have very few friends because of it.
One of the few redeeming traits this blue has is that he's loyal to his bonded, within reason. Which means the people he picks on the most are those his chosen doesn't like. As a result, he's one of the best revenge weapons that exists, and he's perfectly willing to obey requests he likes... and usually, being malicious qualifies as that. He's intelligent, too; it's often very hard to pin anything to him when he bothers to try, and he's not above framing other flits for his evil deeds. Odds are, he won't have many firelizard companions, but he's likely to get along with some of the more devious salamandyrs at Selenitas - and two wicked minds working at once is never a good thing. Especially when one is as clever as this little guy, but a pity on those he doesn't like. There will be no mercy or rest as long as he's around.
Name: Ebolath
Age: <1 turn
Hex Code: 397D02
Appearance: Ebolath is an absolute princess of greens. She possesses an unearthly beauty compared to other dragons of her same color, and will doubtlessly have numerous suitors because of it. She is a deep forest green, pure on every part of her body without even the messiest shading on her. Despite this, she has two very peculiar parts about her coloring that certainly are memorable. One of them is a smooth yellow-green spot on her left eye. However, it isn't an ugly shade. In fact, on her, it is her equivalent of a beauty mark. The other part about her hide that is unique is that on her joints, Ebolath has a deep red tint to her hide, making her truly a Christmas dragon. These accents only show off her beauty, and makes her even more eye-catching than she normally would be.
It is only when one gets to her build when they notice that she isn't quite so dainty. She is rather big-boned, and the bulk she has on her is more fat than muscle, unfortunately. She is going to have to work very hard to ensure that she looks as dainty as her beauty would suggest. She is also quite a weak flyer, mostly because of her lack of muscle. Again, this is something that can hopefully be remedied with enough exercise. Unfortunately, with lazy habits like she has, her rider will have to encourage her quite a lot to be able to do this. If not enough encouragement is given, she will end up being a very round young dragon, and won't be able to last long in either Threadfall or in Flight.
Personality: For every ounce of fat Ebolath has, it is an ounce of love. She is full of love for everyone, even if they don't like her. But who couldn't love a sweetie like Ebolath? She lives to make everyone feel good about themselves, especially her rider. Whenever her rider is sad, she takes it as a personal blow, and will share her sorrow. For anyone else, however, she is sure to do whatever she can to make them feel better. She hates seeing despair in anyone. This is why people seem to like her so much; not only is she beautiful, but she's also very sweet.
Of course, like even the sweetest creatures, she does have her share of weaknesses. Ebolath's happens to be that she is extremely lazy. She is the type of dragon to do nothing but sleep in her free time. This, combined with her love of food, makes it very easy for her to get fat quickly. She hates exercising, so she might very well throw fits if she is to exercise, but that is the only thing that will help her keep her weight down. She also might be the type to wake up late, which could get her in trouble for lessons. Nevertheless, she will always be sincerely apologetic if she is ever to get her rider in trouble because of this.
*skips off*