Post by raii on Feb 22, 2010 18:29:42 GMT -5
Killed In the Wasteland Invasion
Humans:
Name: Sari
Age: 16 Turns
Gender: Female
Sexual Orientation: Straight
Rank: Candidate
Physical Appearance: Sari's brown, almost black eyes are huge, framed by soft lashes. Her skin is a medium tone, not quite pale and not quite tan, with a soft, rosy blush on her cheeks. Her lips are a light pink, and is rather uncharacteristic, as is her nose. All together, her features are not beautiful, but not ugly. Her face's shortness and her large eyes give her more of a young look, which is enhanced by her five foot tall, slight stature.
Her hair is a mousy brown, falling just past her shoulders with informal waves. She tends to wear pastel colored, light-fitting clothing. Her favorite outfit is a soft violet skirt and a small white shirt. She rarely rares shoes, enjoying the feeling of dirt on her calloused feet. She has small, soft hands and a boney figure.
Personality: Sari does not have many social skills. When she first meets someone, she is incredibly shy, and rarely speaks unless someone speaks to her first. Once she warms up to someone, she can be friendly and sweet, considering she's in a good mood. In a bad mood, she can be rough and sarcastic with her loved ones. She always stands up for what she beleives in, and when she is comfortable she can be a bit outspoken. She loves animals, and has often taken injured ones home with her. She is respectful only when she is shown respect. Those are the main three sides of her, and each is completely contrasting.
History: Sari was always the youngest child out of five. Her mother was a fan of bigger families. She had four brothers. Growing up in Selenitas Hold was difficult surrounded by wrestling boys. She hated all of them except Mieron. He was the oldest, and he protected her. He told the other boys to leave her alone. Everyone called her Sariella except him. She was his little sister Sari, and he was her big brother Mier. She admired him so much. He was gentle and kind, and wanted to be a dragonrider. Mier told her stories about dragons, what they were like, and glorious histories. He told her how their world was only safe because the dragonriders protected them from the cruel felines. One day, he was selected to be a candidate.
Sari was so excited for him. She was sure he would impress, and wanted to be there for his shining achievement. She was only nine then, give or take a few years, but the memory was clear in her mind. Just before the Hatching, Meiron had asked her to call him M'ron. "I want to get used to it," he had said. From the sands, he had waved to her, a wave just for her. He had been so excited when that little brown had crawled up to him. The brown knocked him out of the way with his claw, unknowing to the damage it would do. Meiron had been rushed to the healer, but there was little they could do for him.
On the other hand, the bloodline was broken. She wasn't quite sure what to think of it, or what Meiron would have thought of it. Her name was Shmee. She must have been so happy, doing the impossible; living out her dreams. Maybe Meiron would have impressed a bronze dragon. Maybe he'd have become the Weyrleader. He could have had such a full future, but it was too late for him now. She would impress a dragon and fight for the common people like the dragonriders he had told her about.
After Meiron's death, Sari's father fled. Her mother cried, having lost her most darling baby boy and the love of her life. She emerged herself in her remaining children, giving them anything they asked for. Sari couldn't stand seeing her mother like that, so she left the hold for the first time on her own. She began to bond with nature, admiring the sweet scents and beautiful surroundings. As she walked, she saw a small blue fire lizard. It was crying out in pain, since a thorn peirced its wing.
She drew closer to it, and it shrieked at her. Sari jumped, but came closer again. She held it down, so it wouldn't bite her, and tugged the thorn free. It looked at her and gave a thankful chirp. The wing still lay limp. She inspected the wing, and realized that the poor creature must have colided with something, and the thorn was the least of its problems. Using tiny branches and some thread from her skirt, she fashioned a makeshift splint.
She took the creature home with her. Her mother argued at first, but eventually gave in. She nursed it back to health. Once it was healthy, she let it free. It was hesitant at first, but then happy to be able to fly in the skies again. She took in other animals after that: hungry, sick, and injured, and got them back to full health. She longed to impress a little pet of some sort.
She also wanted to be a dragonrider, for Meir. He would have been proud of her. "That's my Sari," he'd say.
One day, as she was about to leave the Hold, her mother stopped her to tell her something serious. The Weyr had been attacked by Benden! Thankfully, their Weyrwoman had killed the Weyrleader, ending the senseless bloodshed and violence. Hopefully now the Weyr would be safe.
Name: Lazuli
Color: Blue #001228 #18004d
Age: newly hatched
Appearance: This blue rates just on the larger side of average for his color, a big boy with a big body and wings to match. He is unusually built for a blue, and he sacrifices agility and speed for power. This is a strong creature, though he is strangely not very… masculine. His ridges are not very pronounced and seem to be almost gone altogether. The claws on all four feet are short and rather blunted, and this actually improves the grip of his forepaws, even if his hindclaws can’t grasp well at anything in order to perch. Still, he manages well enough by coiling his long and strong tail around his perch in order to stay in place. The strength in his tail can be a bit dangerous, though, so His should probably teach him to grasp carefully. A tail around the neck can be rather… alarming when it cuts off your air supply by mistake.
If someone could capture the deep, dark blue of the sky after sunset, then it would be accurately painted on the hide of this gorgeous blue. His hide will glimmer a bit when oiled, and the areas around his somewhat-inconspicuous ridges, as well as the sails of his wings, are dyed a darker shade of blue that edges into a deep purple. The entire effect is quite lovely, especially when set off by the shocking whiteness of his blunted claws. He is quite handsome, especially when his big body is curled around his newest possession. This position best shows off the dark purple colorations of his hide.
Personality: What a smooth operator. This blue is a sweet-thrummer that could probably convince a baby to hand over candy without a moment of hesitation. Despite his size and dark coloration, though, he luckily has not a mean or cruel bone in his body. His intentions may not be the most pure, but he would never intentionally cause harm or sadness in someone. He thrives on good feelings all around and will be at his most charming when the mood is high. That charm can be aimed toward anything from requesting food from His or strangers… or trying to convince a nearby female to come snuggle with him. This blue is a very tactile creature and is happiest when in contact with someone. He prefers female firelizards and humans most of all, and his melodic thrums and hums are intended to swing their mood in favor of his company.
His will probably find him incredibly easy to train, mostly because he is very attuned to His’ mood. This clever blue knows that His being in a good mood means more scratches and cuddles and food, and he would rather do everything in his power to encourage affection and treats instead of asserting his independence. Independence will be reserved for moments when His does not need him to run errands, and that independence will be exercised in seeking out the nearest female nearing to Flight to flirt with. Female firelizards should expect lots of affection from him, though he will never be a one-female flitter. How could he ever abandon all of those females who dote attention on him? No, no. He’d much prefer to have them all and love them all than pick just one. If he ever feels deprived of females, his great intelligence should be diverted to productive means, or His will have a little troublemaker on their hands. The blue is not intending to be mean, but he will play little tricks on people for the sake of amusing them and himself. Better keep him busy, or you may stand up from your chair and discover he dropped berries on the seat before you sat down.
Name: Mika
Color: Green 1c8d2f
Age: newly hatched
Appearance: Queens, eat your heart out. This green is large for her color, large enough to rival most blue firelizards without any real challenge. None of her size is extra bulk of fat or muscle as she is a slender and elegant creature, very lightly built and graceful despite her size. She will forever be renowned for her aerial prowess, combining the power and stamina of a blue with the agility and speed of a green in one perfect package that is both beautiful and capable. Her shape is flawless, no body part too large or small so as to detract from her overall beauty. Even as a hatchling, she will be well-coordinated, and she could rarely be called clumsy, even with her greater size. Accidents may happen, but she is normally the very picture of dignity and grace.
Her coloration will dispel any myths that she could be a very, very small queen. Indeed, her hide is the most flawless shade of brilliant emerald green, unmarred by any spots of darker or lighter shades across the entirety of her body. The result of this uniformly bright coloring is an aura of a glow nearly all the time, especially when she is freshly oiled. She will frequently be mistaken for being close to Flight, so don’t be surprised by her constant trail of male followers. The glow is misleading, however, for she will often appear duller when close to Flight.
Personality: Beauty may be skin deep, but this firelizard’s lovely and placid temperament will prove otherwise. She is incredibly sweet, as well as very attached to Hers, and she will frequently be found perched on her human’s shoulder or coiled about their neck, a beautiful ornament that seems thoroughly unflappable. Explosions? Screaming salamandyrs? Loud children? Pfft. Nothing bothers this firelizard except perhaps the threat of imminent death… and repeated comments on her beauty. Despite the fact that all compliments (and insults) from Hers are met with unconditional love and affection, this gorgeous green gal hates to repeated comments on her beauty and will purposely turn away so as to not look at the offenders. Apparently, ‘beautiful’ is not a comment coming from anyone but Hers.
This little failing might be due to the fact that despite her appearance and sweetness, this gal is not the sharpest dagger of the lot. As a matter of fact… she’s just stupid. Her memory lasts roughly two seconds, and while that might be a great thing for those who manage to offend her since they can then pet her once she forgets that they called her ‘gorgeous,’ her airheaded nature will make her nearly impossible to train. This is not to say that she does not try to be helpful, but her intentions vanish with her memory of the request. Hers will probably spend a great deal of time facepalming after repeatedly sending her on an errand and finding that she simply returns within half a dozen heartbeats to devote attention on her beloved and favorite human. Perhaps due to her size, her preference in mates is rather odd as well. She tends to prefer being the consort of a brown or bronze, though they should not expect any loyalty. While she is not a tease, she won’t remember them well enough to be affectionate or faithful. Sorry, boys.
Name: Dusk
Color: Brown CC9966
Age: Matured, less than a year
Appearance: This firelizard, like his lizardy siblings, possesses diminuitive legs. His, however, manage to be well-muscled enough that he can actually walk with them, though it requires sucking in his tummy so it doesn't drag on the ground. Because of this he has a very upright posture, and also has the habit of keeping his wings spread as he waddles faintly from side to side over the ground. His tail, which has a fine, forklike split into three 'tongs' at the very tip, sweeps the earth as he moves, chest displayed to the world.
Despite the solemn air of his movement, his coloring happens to be rather unfortunate. The brown is actually something of a dusky rose color. Further, rather than subtle patterns - or even more obvious patterns - tracing all over his hide to give it character, he instead sports what looks like...muddy boots. The dark brown extends up his legs unevenly, and also claims the lower third of his tail and his snout. One would hope that his wing membranes might also have this darker color, but no, instead they are a faint opaline pink. Add to all this the fact that, while long for a brown, aside from his stumpy, musclebound legs he has a delicate, streamlined appearance, and men everywhere start pitying the poor flit.
Personality: Stately would be the term to describe this male. Everything he does is with the attempt to impress, and he so desperately wants to do just that. He would love nothing more than for a female to want his company, or for a male to acknowledge him as worthwhile and useful. Unfortunately, this male doesn't know how to accomplish this, instead keeping himself apart and watching all the other firelizards longingly. If any do address him, he acts quite self-important, hoping they'll like him - which usually only drives them away and hurts his poor feelings.
Exceedingly arrogant when it comes to salamandyrs, he considers them not worth his time, and often will go so far as to Between somewhere else if any of the noisome creatures are in the vicinity. At each perceived rejection, the brown grows more and more bitter, taking out his frustrations on His who simply does not understand him. The poor girl will ever be sporting the claw and bite marks of her abusive mindmate. If only he found another creature to care about him, he might actually become sweet, but...most of the problem is his perception, anyway, and if firelizards don't react the way he thinks they should, he throws fits that they're unlikely to forget. A vicious circle, it is.
Name: Upasanath (from “Upasana” meaning “worship, devotion”)
Age: newly hatched
Color: Green (65E17B)
Appearance: Upasanath is on the larger side for a green and shares her sire’s long and slender sort of build, though she takes it to the extreme and is built along far lighter lines than he. Her tail is disproportionately long in comparison to the rest of her, perhaps a third longer than it really should be, and she will have to find a way to keep it from tripping her up. Her body borders on the frail and settles instead for somewhat dainty, given the elegant little face and high arch to her neck that she sports in addition to the lean little body. She is a pretty little thing, even if she seems to try hard to conceal it. Her ridges are soft and understated, matched with claws that are grow in blunter than most dragons’. She is a feminine girl, all the way around.
Her color seems strangely unhealthy at first glance, though a second quick look will confirm that Upasanath is perfectly healthy. She rarely falls ill, this one, though the slightest bit of bad feeling would be displayed in a clear discoloration hide. She looks somewhat like a patchwork quilt, being made up of diamonds of beautiful pastel green that are tinted to some degree with white or overlaid by a dusting of gray. The colors fade completely to white on her nose and to gray along the leading edges of her wings, fading back into the green as one looks farther along her wing membranes toward the trailing edge. Her ridges seem to be the general exception to the pattern, each one crowned with a stripe of a medium green that fades back into the general hide color as one moves from the ridges down into the valleys between them.
Upasanath is a green, for sure, for she will be quite the quick little thing in the air once her tail is under control. She can twist and turn at a moment’s notice, winding her body through the air with both grace and speed should the occasion call for it. Her stamina will be greater than most greens, though not enough so that she can last an entire Fall. On the ground, her tail will be her biggest handicap, particularly if it tends to get stuck in doors or chewed on by fellow weyrlings. The poor gal will have to work to keep it from getting underneath her feet and into the jaws of others, and the dragonhealers will probably get to see her a lot for that very reason. Tails are easy to wound.
Personality: If someone took an canine puppy, turned it green, and blew it up to the size of a dragon, the result would be Upasanath. This green seems to be completely unaware of the fact that she is, actually, a dragon. Perhaps that wisdom will come with age. For the moment, Upasanath is simply obsessed with all things fuzzy, be they human, canine, or feline. She will probably pester Hers to bring her some fluffies home to play with, simply because she enjoys nuzzling up to and playing with anything that feels nice and soft. Really, though, Upasanath will play with anyone or anything. She especially loves chasing moving objects (including her own long tail) and will probably chew on everything until she learns that wood makes splinters that hurt her mouth. She positively adores anything or anyone cuddly and will flop on top of or cuddle up to any dragon that stays still long enough for her to get close. Of course, snuggles will last only long enough for her to regain her energy before she’s back to using their tail as a toy until they get up and play with her. Why is everyone so lazy?!
Upasanath, for all her craziness and energy, is truly intelligent at heart. She is a great problem solver, able to figure her way through many obstacles when the need should arise. Create the need, and she will rise to the challenge quite admirably without any real need for recognition. Her enthusiasm and confidence will make her a good leader since the power won’t ever go to her head. She too much enjoys everyone’s company to start bossing them around without good reason. Her friendliness towards everyone will doubtlessly make her many friends, and she is unfailingly loyal to them all. Upasanath will probably be very selective about her mates, though she will never, ever be rude to those who choose to pursue her. There always exists in her a deep gratitude and appreciation for their attentions, and she could never respond to that with meanness. That would be unfathomable.
Given that she is probably going to be quite the popular gal, it will be unlikely that she will settle on a permanent weyrmate without good cause. She does not choose a lifepartner on a whim, but when she does choose him, he can expect utter faithfulness from her. She is a creature that does nothing halfway, throwing every bit of energy and time and effort into every situation that she comes across. The creature that is the focal point of most of her worship, though, is Hers. Hers is precious beyond all measure, and Upasanath will do anything to please Hers, no matter the cost. Hers is to be kept happy and comfortable and safe at all times, and Upasanath will be downright vicious to those who get in the way of it, unapologetically so too. There are very few unforgivable crimes in Upasanath’s mind, but upsetting and hurting Hers falls into that category. Hers is just so precious to Upasanath.
[X] By checking this box, I am saying that I have read the Rules and History, and will follow them.
Humans:
Name: Sari
Age: 16 Turns
Gender: Female
Sexual Orientation: Straight
Rank: Candidate
Physical Appearance: Sari's brown, almost black eyes are huge, framed by soft lashes. Her skin is a medium tone, not quite pale and not quite tan, with a soft, rosy blush on her cheeks. Her lips are a light pink, and is rather uncharacteristic, as is her nose. All together, her features are not beautiful, but not ugly. Her face's shortness and her large eyes give her more of a young look, which is enhanced by her five foot tall, slight stature.
Her hair is a mousy brown, falling just past her shoulders with informal waves. She tends to wear pastel colored, light-fitting clothing. Her favorite outfit is a soft violet skirt and a small white shirt. She rarely rares shoes, enjoying the feeling of dirt on her calloused feet. She has small, soft hands and a boney figure.
Personality: Sari does not have many social skills. When she first meets someone, she is incredibly shy, and rarely speaks unless someone speaks to her first. Once she warms up to someone, she can be friendly and sweet, considering she's in a good mood. In a bad mood, she can be rough and sarcastic with her loved ones. She always stands up for what she beleives in, and when she is comfortable she can be a bit outspoken. She loves animals, and has often taken injured ones home with her. She is respectful only when she is shown respect. Those are the main three sides of her, and each is completely contrasting.
History: Sari was always the youngest child out of five. Her mother was a fan of bigger families. She had four brothers. Growing up in Selenitas Hold was difficult surrounded by wrestling boys. She hated all of them except Mieron. He was the oldest, and he protected her. He told the other boys to leave her alone. Everyone called her Sariella except him. She was his little sister Sari, and he was her big brother Mier. She admired him so much. He was gentle and kind, and wanted to be a dragonrider. Mier told her stories about dragons, what they were like, and glorious histories. He told her how their world was only safe because the dragonriders protected them from the cruel felines. One day, he was selected to be a candidate.
Sari was so excited for him. She was sure he would impress, and wanted to be there for his shining achievement. She was only nine then, give or take a few years, but the memory was clear in her mind. Just before the Hatching, Meiron had asked her to call him M'ron. "I want to get used to it," he had said. From the sands, he had waved to her, a wave just for her. He had been so excited when that little brown had crawled up to him. The brown knocked him out of the way with his claw, unknowing to the damage it would do. Meiron had been rushed to the healer, but there was little they could do for him.
On the other hand, the bloodline was broken. She wasn't quite sure what to think of it, or what Meiron would have thought of it. Her name was Shmee. She must have been so happy, doing the impossible; living out her dreams. Maybe Meiron would have impressed a bronze dragon. Maybe he'd have become the Weyrleader. He could have had such a full future, but it was too late for him now. She would impress a dragon and fight for the common people like the dragonriders he had told her about.
After Meiron's death, Sari's father fled. Her mother cried, having lost her most darling baby boy and the love of her life. She emerged herself in her remaining children, giving them anything they asked for. Sari couldn't stand seeing her mother like that, so she left the hold for the first time on her own. She began to bond with nature, admiring the sweet scents and beautiful surroundings. As she walked, she saw a small blue fire lizard. It was crying out in pain, since a thorn peirced its wing.
She drew closer to it, and it shrieked at her. Sari jumped, but came closer again. She held it down, so it wouldn't bite her, and tugged the thorn free. It looked at her and gave a thankful chirp. The wing still lay limp. She inspected the wing, and realized that the poor creature must have colided with something, and the thorn was the least of its problems. Using tiny branches and some thread from her skirt, she fashioned a makeshift splint.
She took the creature home with her. Her mother argued at first, but eventually gave in. She nursed it back to health. Once it was healthy, she let it free. It was hesitant at first, but then happy to be able to fly in the skies again. She took in other animals after that: hungry, sick, and injured, and got them back to full health. She longed to impress a little pet of some sort.
She also wanted to be a dragonrider, for Meir. He would have been proud of her. "That's my Sari," he'd say.
One day, as she was about to leave the Hold, her mother stopped her to tell her something serious. The Weyr had been attacked by Benden! Thankfully, their Weyrwoman had killed the Weyrleader, ending the senseless bloodshed and violence. Hopefully now the Weyr would be safe.
Name: Lazuli
Color: Blue #001228 #18004d
Age: newly hatched
Appearance: This blue rates just on the larger side of average for his color, a big boy with a big body and wings to match. He is unusually built for a blue, and he sacrifices agility and speed for power. This is a strong creature, though he is strangely not very… masculine. His ridges are not very pronounced and seem to be almost gone altogether. The claws on all four feet are short and rather blunted, and this actually improves the grip of his forepaws, even if his hindclaws can’t grasp well at anything in order to perch. Still, he manages well enough by coiling his long and strong tail around his perch in order to stay in place. The strength in his tail can be a bit dangerous, though, so His should probably teach him to grasp carefully. A tail around the neck can be rather… alarming when it cuts off your air supply by mistake.
If someone could capture the deep, dark blue of the sky after sunset, then it would be accurately painted on the hide of this gorgeous blue. His hide will glimmer a bit when oiled, and the areas around his somewhat-inconspicuous ridges, as well as the sails of his wings, are dyed a darker shade of blue that edges into a deep purple. The entire effect is quite lovely, especially when set off by the shocking whiteness of his blunted claws. He is quite handsome, especially when his big body is curled around his newest possession. This position best shows off the dark purple colorations of his hide.
Personality: What a smooth operator. This blue is a sweet-thrummer that could probably convince a baby to hand over candy without a moment of hesitation. Despite his size and dark coloration, though, he luckily has not a mean or cruel bone in his body. His intentions may not be the most pure, but he would never intentionally cause harm or sadness in someone. He thrives on good feelings all around and will be at his most charming when the mood is high. That charm can be aimed toward anything from requesting food from His or strangers… or trying to convince a nearby female to come snuggle with him. This blue is a very tactile creature and is happiest when in contact with someone. He prefers female firelizards and humans most of all, and his melodic thrums and hums are intended to swing their mood in favor of his company.
His will probably find him incredibly easy to train, mostly because he is very attuned to His’ mood. This clever blue knows that His being in a good mood means more scratches and cuddles and food, and he would rather do everything in his power to encourage affection and treats instead of asserting his independence. Independence will be reserved for moments when His does not need him to run errands, and that independence will be exercised in seeking out the nearest female nearing to Flight to flirt with. Female firelizards should expect lots of affection from him, though he will never be a one-female flitter. How could he ever abandon all of those females who dote attention on him? No, no. He’d much prefer to have them all and love them all than pick just one. If he ever feels deprived of females, his great intelligence should be diverted to productive means, or His will have a little troublemaker on their hands. The blue is not intending to be mean, but he will play little tricks on people for the sake of amusing them and himself. Better keep him busy, or you may stand up from your chair and discover he dropped berries on the seat before you sat down.
Name: Mika
Color: Green 1c8d2f
Age: newly hatched
Appearance: Queens, eat your heart out. This green is large for her color, large enough to rival most blue firelizards without any real challenge. None of her size is extra bulk of fat or muscle as she is a slender and elegant creature, very lightly built and graceful despite her size. She will forever be renowned for her aerial prowess, combining the power and stamina of a blue with the agility and speed of a green in one perfect package that is both beautiful and capable. Her shape is flawless, no body part too large or small so as to detract from her overall beauty. Even as a hatchling, she will be well-coordinated, and she could rarely be called clumsy, even with her greater size. Accidents may happen, but she is normally the very picture of dignity and grace.
Her coloration will dispel any myths that she could be a very, very small queen. Indeed, her hide is the most flawless shade of brilliant emerald green, unmarred by any spots of darker or lighter shades across the entirety of her body. The result of this uniformly bright coloring is an aura of a glow nearly all the time, especially when she is freshly oiled. She will frequently be mistaken for being close to Flight, so don’t be surprised by her constant trail of male followers. The glow is misleading, however, for she will often appear duller when close to Flight.
Personality: Beauty may be skin deep, but this firelizard’s lovely and placid temperament will prove otherwise. She is incredibly sweet, as well as very attached to Hers, and she will frequently be found perched on her human’s shoulder or coiled about their neck, a beautiful ornament that seems thoroughly unflappable. Explosions? Screaming salamandyrs? Loud children? Pfft. Nothing bothers this firelizard except perhaps the threat of imminent death… and repeated comments on her beauty. Despite the fact that all compliments (and insults) from Hers are met with unconditional love and affection, this gorgeous green gal hates to repeated comments on her beauty and will purposely turn away so as to not look at the offenders. Apparently, ‘beautiful’ is not a comment coming from anyone but Hers.
This little failing might be due to the fact that despite her appearance and sweetness, this gal is not the sharpest dagger of the lot. As a matter of fact… she’s just stupid. Her memory lasts roughly two seconds, and while that might be a great thing for those who manage to offend her since they can then pet her once she forgets that they called her ‘gorgeous,’ her airheaded nature will make her nearly impossible to train. This is not to say that she does not try to be helpful, but her intentions vanish with her memory of the request. Hers will probably spend a great deal of time facepalming after repeatedly sending her on an errand and finding that she simply returns within half a dozen heartbeats to devote attention on her beloved and favorite human. Perhaps due to her size, her preference in mates is rather odd as well. She tends to prefer being the consort of a brown or bronze, though they should not expect any loyalty. While she is not a tease, she won’t remember them well enough to be affectionate or faithful. Sorry, boys.
Name: Dusk
Color: Brown CC9966
Age: Matured, less than a year
Appearance: This firelizard, like his lizardy siblings, possesses diminuitive legs. His, however, manage to be well-muscled enough that he can actually walk with them, though it requires sucking in his tummy so it doesn't drag on the ground. Because of this he has a very upright posture, and also has the habit of keeping his wings spread as he waddles faintly from side to side over the ground. His tail, which has a fine, forklike split into three 'tongs' at the very tip, sweeps the earth as he moves, chest displayed to the world.
Despite the solemn air of his movement, his coloring happens to be rather unfortunate. The brown is actually something of a dusky rose color. Further, rather than subtle patterns - or even more obvious patterns - tracing all over his hide to give it character, he instead sports what looks like...muddy boots. The dark brown extends up his legs unevenly, and also claims the lower third of his tail and his snout. One would hope that his wing membranes might also have this darker color, but no, instead they are a faint opaline pink. Add to all this the fact that, while long for a brown, aside from his stumpy, musclebound legs he has a delicate, streamlined appearance, and men everywhere start pitying the poor flit.
Personality: Stately would be the term to describe this male. Everything he does is with the attempt to impress, and he so desperately wants to do just that. He would love nothing more than for a female to want his company, or for a male to acknowledge him as worthwhile and useful. Unfortunately, this male doesn't know how to accomplish this, instead keeping himself apart and watching all the other firelizards longingly. If any do address him, he acts quite self-important, hoping they'll like him - which usually only drives them away and hurts his poor feelings.
Exceedingly arrogant when it comes to salamandyrs, he considers them not worth his time, and often will go so far as to Between somewhere else if any of the noisome creatures are in the vicinity. At each perceived rejection, the brown grows more and more bitter, taking out his frustrations on His who simply does not understand him. The poor girl will ever be sporting the claw and bite marks of her abusive mindmate. If only he found another creature to care about him, he might actually become sweet, but...most of the problem is his perception, anyway, and if firelizards don't react the way he thinks they should, he throws fits that they're unlikely to forget. A vicious circle, it is.
Name: Upasanath (from “Upasana” meaning “worship, devotion”)
Age: newly hatched
Color: Green (65E17B)
Appearance: Upasanath is on the larger side for a green and shares her sire’s long and slender sort of build, though she takes it to the extreme and is built along far lighter lines than he. Her tail is disproportionately long in comparison to the rest of her, perhaps a third longer than it really should be, and she will have to find a way to keep it from tripping her up. Her body borders on the frail and settles instead for somewhat dainty, given the elegant little face and high arch to her neck that she sports in addition to the lean little body. She is a pretty little thing, even if she seems to try hard to conceal it. Her ridges are soft and understated, matched with claws that are grow in blunter than most dragons’. She is a feminine girl, all the way around.
Her color seems strangely unhealthy at first glance, though a second quick look will confirm that Upasanath is perfectly healthy. She rarely falls ill, this one, though the slightest bit of bad feeling would be displayed in a clear discoloration hide. She looks somewhat like a patchwork quilt, being made up of diamonds of beautiful pastel green that are tinted to some degree with white or overlaid by a dusting of gray. The colors fade completely to white on her nose and to gray along the leading edges of her wings, fading back into the green as one looks farther along her wing membranes toward the trailing edge. Her ridges seem to be the general exception to the pattern, each one crowned with a stripe of a medium green that fades back into the general hide color as one moves from the ridges down into the valleys between them.
Upasanath is a green, for sure, for she will be quite the quick little thing in the air once her tail is under control. She can twist and turn at a moment’s notice, winding her body through the air with both grace and speed should the occasion call for it. Her stamina will be greater than most greens, though not enough so that she can last an entire Fall. On the ground, her tail will be her biggest handicap, particularly if it tends to get stuck in doors or chewed on by fellow weyrlings. The poor gal will have to work to keep it from getting underneath her feet and into the jaws of others, and the dragonhealers will probably get to see her a lot for that very reason. Tails are easy to wound.
Personality: If someone took an canine puppy, turned it green, and blew it up to the size of a dragon, the result would be Upasanath. This green seems to be completely unaware of the fact that she is, actually, a dragon. Perhaps that wisdom will come with age. For the moment, Upasanath is simply obsessed with all things fuzzy, be they human, canine, or feline. She will probably pester Hers to bring her some fluffies home to play with, simply because she enjoys nuzzling up to and playing with anything that feels nice and soft. Really, though, Upasanath will play with anyone or anything. She especially loves chasing moving objects (including her own long tail) and will probably chew on everything until she learns that wood makes splinters that hurt her mouth. She positively adores anything or anyone cuddly and will flop on top of or cuddle up to any dragon that stays still long enough for her to get close. Of course, snuggles will last only long enough for her to regain her energy before she’s back to using their tail as a toy until they get up and play with her. Why is everyone so lazy?!
Upasanath, for all her craziness and energy, is truly intelligent at heart. She is a great problem solver, able to figure her way through many obstacles when the need should arise. Create the need, and she will rise to the challenge quite admirably without any real need for recognition. Her enthusiasm and confidence will make her a good leader since the power won’t ever go to her head. She too much enjoys everyone’s company to start bossing them around without good reason. Her friendliness towards everyone will doubtlessly make her many friends, and she is unfailingly loyal to them all. Upasanath will probably be very selective about her mates, though she will never, ever be rude to those who choose to pursue her. There always exists in her a deep gratitude and appreciation for their attentions, and she could never respond to that with meanness. That would be unfathomable.
Given that she is probably going to be quite the popular gal, it will be unlikely that she will settle on a permanent weyrmate without good cause. She does not choose a lifepartner on a whim, but when she does choose him, he can expect utter faithfulness from her. She is a creature that does nothing halfway, throwing every bit of energy and time and effort into every situation that she comes across. The creature that is the focal point of most of her worship, though, is Hers. Hers is precious beyond all measure, and Upasanath will do anything to please Hers, no matter the cost. Hers is to be kept happy and comfortable and safe at all times, and Upasanath will be downright vicious to those who get in the way of it, unapologetically so too. There are very few unforgivable crimes in Upasanath’s mind, but upsetting and hurting Hers falls into that category. Hers is just so precious to Upasanath.
[X] By checking this box, I am saying that I have read the Rules and History, and will follow them.