Post by Rowana on Jan 3, 2010 15:51:14 GMT -5
Human:
Name: Haoyamae (HOW-yah-may)
Age: 56 (Born in September, 2966)
Gender: Female
Sexual Orientation: Straight
Rank: Headwoman
Image: Jacqueline Hill
Physical Appearance: Mae is tall, nearly six feet and her body is well rounded. Large hips and a healthy chest make it impossible to mistake her for anything but a woman. Her arms are especially muscular from hard work and her hands are calloused from occasional burns. Her features are firm and stubborn with the beginnings of small wrinkles around her mouth. Her dark auburn hair, once full and wavy in her youth, is starting to thin with a few lines of grey. It hangs a little above her shoulders. Her round, hazel eyes, however, still sparkle with life and vigor.
She dresses in skirts. It's not that she doesn't approve of females wearing pants, she just doesn't like them. Most of her clothes are in shades of brown and cream and good for working and cleaning. She usually has one some kind of apron as well. Her hair is usually put up in some way, either in a bun or back with a kerchief. She does hide a rough cut black stone on a leather thong under her shirts.
Personality: Mae is a no nonsense, simple minded woman who enjoys her life just as it is. As a child she may have had bigger dreams, but now that she's getting past her prime she's taken a practical view. She's satisfied with her life and desires nothing more than to see that everyone who comes to her kitchen is fed and cared for. Mae loves food and strives to make dishes that are both delicious and healthy.
Weyrlings and candidates assigned to help her might want to be warn, she will suffer no pranks or dawdling on her shift. Youngsters need discipline and a firm hand in her mind, and she's not afraid to give it. She's stubborn and determined in her actions. Politics and rank make no difference to her when it involves the kitchen.
She has a soft side though. Food, she figures, is just as important as healing for the body and mind. She cares for everyone and is free with advise or a listening ear. She is kind and motherly and even tolerates fire lizards and salamandyrs, so long as they aren't stealing from the pantry.
History: Mae grew up in Selenitas. She was born the daughter of Maeshi, an assistant cook, as the result of being a flight moth for a lonely bluerider, D'hao (2966). Neither of her parents had much time for her and she was raised in the creche with other weyrbrats. Like many of them, she had dreams of flying the skies with dragons. It was all so wondrous and glamorous and it seemed so certain that they were all destined for this great task, that Mae never gave much thought to anything else.
As soon as she was old enough, she applied to stand with the other candidates. The search dragons didn't seem sure of her, but they let her try. Time and time again she stood, but no hatchling would so much as look at her. When she was seventeen, a blue charged her down to get to a boy behind her. The frightened hatchling slashed deeply into her left leg, severing the nerves. With a permanent limp, Mae decided she had had more than enough of dragons (2983).
She went to work in the kitchens with her estranged mother. Though she begrudged the work at first, she soon grew to love the smell of cooking and the pleasure of creating new food. She often experimented with plants she found in the jungle. Dreams of dragonriders were forgotten. She was far too busy to regret the past. There were people to be fed and dishes to be cleaned. Someone had to see that they all ate properly.
She still had fun though. Over the years she had relationships with a number of riders, usually brief and recreational. It was hard to have a lasting relationship with someone who's mind would be controlled by flightlust. The only lengthy relationship she shared was with, T'val, a brownrider who had impressed at the same hatching she had been hurt at. They were together for many years before he was killed in a training accident (2989). Since then she hasn't shared a lasting relationship with another man. She wears the black stone around her neck in remembrance of him.
In the same year, Haoyamae gave birth to T'val's son, Taevol. Now life took on a new meaning. She had a son to care for and dreams for his future. Though she was often too busy to care for him herself, she made sure to be a presence in his life more than her own parents had been. She encourage him to work for his goals and live for his dreams. He wasn't necessarily the smartest or strongest of the boys, but he worked hard and when he was 15, he fulfilled his mother's old dream by impressing blue Nhimeth (3004).
Selenitas was changing fast. The long lived dynasty ended with the impression of Shmee to Aslath. Mae was skeptical. There were rumors about their new Weyrwoman. Who did she think she was? Could she even handle the job? Mae knew it was none of her business, but she did worry about what it could mean for her home, letting this stranger run it. She would not have payed much attention, but her son was a young rider and it made her worry for his safety. In time, it seemed as though things were going to continue and she let the matter drop.
The poisoning of the weyrs food and wine effected Mae directly. She was furious with the mysterious saboteurs for ruining her good food and killing her friends. She worked night and day, trying to be sure everything she made was free of poison. For a while, it didn't seem as though they had enough clean food to survive. Mae's mother died while tasting one of the barrels of wine. Though they had never been close, her lose cut deeply and fulled a hatred of people who would use such cowardly methods.
It always seems that when it rains it pours. Not even a year after Maeshi's death, Bendan laid siege to to Selenitas. Mae, like most of the weyrfolk had been asleep when it happened. She had awoken the cries of dying dragons and the sound chilled her heart and soul. She survived thanks to a group of wherhandlers who were leading the weyrfolk to safety, but the next morning she found that T'vol and Nhimeth were among the dead (3012).
It seemed that there was nothing much left for Mae to live for her. Her parents, her love, and her son had all left her. She spent a depressing month in a daze, trying to decide if it was even worth it to keep going. But riders and weyrfolk still came to eat her food. Everyone was in pain, not only her. She couldn't do much to help, but she vowed to do what she could. For the sake of her son and her love, she would continue to watch over Selenitas in her own way.
Hoayamae escaped when Wasteland riders took over Selenitas and now finds herself completely out of her element. She has never been away from Selenitas for so long in her entire life. Never the less, she continues to work to feed and care for the riders of Burimyu. If nothing else, it keeps her busy enough so she won't have to think of all the people she left behind.
Life at Burimyu was hard, mostly because supplies were so short. Mae could no long simply ask for what she wanted from a nearby Hold. As much as she disliked stealing, at least it put better food on the table for a while. The distant earthquake, however, brought unexpected news. The Selenitas where she'd been born and raised was gone. Reduced to rubble and boulders. She felt suddenly quite sad. Not only for the lives lost, but because the old Weyr had been her home for so very long.
She didn't have long to dwell on the matter, though, as soon the old Selenitas riders arrived in droves. It was good to have everyone together again, even if it meant more work. Weyrfolk and candidates also came and among them a bright young girl named Annatolli. Mae loved the young girl's company and cheerfulness despite what she too had lost. It wasn't long before she had adopted Anna to raise herself.
Life continued fairly normally for Mae over the next few turns. Nhim grew sick, but pulled through with only the loss of his ability to show pictures. The war started to returned to the forefront of everyone's minds, but Mae tried not to let it worry her. She had worked to do and a young one to raise. She trusted the Council to see them all through in one piece. She was relieved when the war finally ended. Now she no longer had to worry about Anna Impressing and being sent into battle. Not that thread was safe, but at least it was understandable.
Mae grumbled a little over the Summit meetings, spending some time wondering how people thought the changes would actually fix anything. After some time in thought, she decided to move to Inverness. She had good people who could look after things in Selenitas and she wanted to be sure those who were sent North were properly fed and cared for. Though she gave Anna a choice, the girl decided to come with her.
Fire Lizard:
Name: Nhim
Color: Blue 082567
Age: Adult
Physical Appearance: Tiny to the utmost, this blue may well be among the smallest of his color range. Barely larger than some greens, he plainly is more liable to be a decorative ornament to his owner rather than anything useful. His wings are airy-light and carry him well through the air, but he's got almost no stamina whatsoever. Lifting or carrying anything is also almost out of the question. Lockets and things of that nature he could fly around with, but he'd be as liable as not to simply keep that.
His color lends him well to being that decorative ornament, however, as his hide is a smooth, shiny, silken-bright, rich blue that absolutely gleams. With his usually perky stance, he can be quite eye-catching at times. Being fluttery, however, getting him to hold still for much may be a challenge. When kept on a shoulder, he may well randomly move from shoulder to shoulder rather than simply sitting still, trying his hardest to get more attention – or be on the lookout for another snuggly spot to curl up, one never knows!
Personality: A lady lover, this fellow is more than happy to keep the company of girls and women whenever he can. Even if only due to the neat, soft, snuggly-warm places they inevitably carry around with them. Indeed, this blue may well prove to be quite the challenge for his owner, due to his tendency to cleavage-dive every chance he gets. When small, he can pull this off quite neatly. But as he gets older and bigger, in some cases he might end up with his back half dangling out the front.
But there is hope to control him, to some extent. For this blue has a most odd phobia of certain colors. Most notably being the color hot pink. The neon-bright color will send him into utter fits of wailing and trying to hide anywhere he can to get away from seeing it. For no explicable reason, it utterly terrifies him, and always will. Thus, all it takes to curb him is to have a bit of that color hanging where he is not wanted! Of course, dealing with a crying, trembling flitter might be just as problematic in its own way…
Written by Teddy
Do to illness during the 3017 Flitter Plague, he can no longer project images.
Name: Malefi
Color:
Green| #347235 - #5EFB6E
Appearance:
Unlike other greens, this girl is not sleek and feminine, her body not giving way to voluptuous firelizard curves; but don’t tell her that, as she does her best to hide her unseemly mass.
Oh she’s voluptuous enough, her head sleek and slim, dainty as a princess, resting on a long and slender neck that can twist to her back to reach the hardest to reach spots to get at any itch that just won’t leave her alone when Hers isn’t around. In fact, she’s so adept at finding any area of dry skin and scratching it raw, that Hers will have to be careful with this green and how flexible she is, impressing on her mind that if she scratches it may mean death for her, and hopefully in time she’ll become smart enough to smear oil on her snout and get her own itches though she’ll never complain to a good oiling and rubbing from Hers. Her tail matches her neck, overly long and slender, whip like in its disposition and she’d just like to point out the fact that it is utterly, and absolutely, the most wonderful part of her figure. She’s always fastidious in keeping her tail clean, it will never ever touch the ground even when she is utterly exhausted, the only instance where it touches the ground will be if someone tackles her tail and you can be sure she will immediately turn on them like a mama bear protecting her cubs.
Though she favors her tail, it is her wings that receive the most admiring murmurs or gazes; not only for their color but for how easily they cover her body when folded, like the little green is wearing a dress of some sort. Her wing muscles are more developed than others, perhaps naming her an endurance flyer if she had been smaller, though it’s true that with practice she may be able to become quite the little endurance flyer, but she has no interest in it so it will be up to Hers to be interested in that sort of thing. Her wings are larger, longer and far more able to carry to her places than some of her green sisters, from wing tip to wing tip, her wing size nearly beats that of a smaller blue, perhaps why she is able to fold her wings such that it seems like she is wearing a dress. But the very reason she folds her wings like that, is to hide the unseemly mass of her bulky body. When hidden, she looks as feminine as other greens, but it’s simply an illusion she chooses to put on. Her body is large, bulky and not at all curvy, she is made of muscle and she absolutely despises it, finding it easier to gain weight if she eats too much and adding to her bulk. Her legs are shorter than they should be, making her hopping lope something far from graceful, making her choose to ride around on Hers shoulder or stay in one place more often than not. When she does have to walk, she only does it for short lengths, working at an easy, loping gate that doesn’t look quite as silly as her full speed walk. She uses her wings to hide her curveless bulk, placing them just so, so that her legs look longer than they are. She will only uncover her bulk for pleasure flying, which she does little of, around Hers, to show off her wings or during a mating Flight. Because it’s true, when uncovered it is very odd to see that slender neck connecting to such a large bulk. Her ultimate size is only slightly larger than an average green, she is nowhere near being blue sized which satisfies her immensely; though she will never be able to dance gracefully across the sky she will be able to outlast most of her tinier sisters.
Her coloration is perhaps the most interesting part of her; it’s what makes her wings what they are to be admired over. Her base color is a wonderful medium forest green, covering her entire body except for where the lighter green breaks through. While the nearly unbroken forest green could be considered the most wonderful color on her hide, but the lighter green is what makes it. Breaking through the forest to create wonderful patterns, there is an unbroken stride to this color on her underbelly, starting just below her collarbone and ending at the tips of her forked tail, all on her under regions. The light green circles her wrist just before her front claws, looking for all the world like bracelets resting on her forearms. It encircles the lower half of her neck like a large necklace, the tip of it ending just before her collar bone and not daring to touch her underbelly’s color. Where the necklace closes on her back, a line starts up under her neck ridges, going between her head knobs and onto her forehead to spread out only slightly, and continue down to halfway on her muzzle. The final area this lighter green rests is her wing sails, not on the upper area of her wings, oh no, but the under area of her sails are covered in this glittering color, and she shows them off gladly, the only reason she would uncover her bulk.
Personality:
Vain, indifferent, selfish; the perfect lady. Conniving, contriving, scheming her way up as far as her little claws can reach; all this, the twist and curve of her little firelizard mind, hidden behind a mask of dignity, poise and elegance.
Her manners are polished, perfect and rarely ill you find fault with them. She will ask before she takes, daintily taking whatever was offered her in her maw before storing it away, or it eating it right at that moment. When someone enters the room, she will chirp a pleasant greeting, flicking her tail as she acknowledges them with a grace nod of her head. From her perch on Hers shoulder, the most likely place you will find the flitter, she studies her world with what one would consider a benevolent and curious gaze. If she sees that a person or flitter needs help, she will wing her way forward and down, pleasantly entreating the person or flitter of what they would like her to do, she will then proceed with anything they ask of her. Ever so willing to share Hers, she will not object to Hers being with another, she may even welcome another poor soul onto Hers other shoulder, chittering anxiously at any firelizard down on their luck. She is perfect, kind, and diplomatic, breaking up fights between her males at any moment, purring that there’s plenty of her to go around for all as she flirts and twines with any male at all. Perhaps the only thing that can show through her mask, is the fact that she considers the salamandyr’s with disdain, finding their species to be on the lower end compared to firelizards(what could compare to their beautifully proportioned bodies, I ask you), her politeness becoming stiff and cool around them.
But all of this, all her kindness and dignity, has a hidden agenda; something to hide. How could she climb the flitter social ladder if she was not kind, generous and polite? That would take her nowhere. Her greetings are marred with an irritable whirl of her eyes, many of those in need outright ignored if she doesn’t spy them directly. If she hadn’t seen them she had an excuse not to help, though she will become quite skilled at catching things out of the corners of her many faceted eyes. She is extremely jealous and possessive and if any around Hers overstays their welcome, they will find the green beginning to glare at them balefully and depending on how irritable she is, she may even hiss and snap at them ruining her perfectly cultivated image. She finds fights amusing, seeing them as chances to flirt with potential suitors or watch as the female competition falls, at times she will even encourage a fight, with a croon or chirp of encouragement to one of the combatants, inviting the winner into her string of suitors, the loser thoroughly ignored. Throughout her life she will collect a harem of males, any and all color, she’s not judgmental though it’s no lie that there will mostly be blues following her whim, she finds it a source of pride within her if she can cultivate a bronze the highest of the male ranking colors, and the ability to climb the social ladder upwards though it’s no lie bronzes can be as fickle as greens and hold loyalties to their queens first. If she loses a male, especially a rank ladder as she so dubs bronzes, she will sulk. And sulk. And then rage. Her rage fits will be short and brief, but they will be large. She is not a flitter without temper, and when she gets riled up only Hers can settle her down. She is only out for herself and herself alone, any other firelizards that Hers has will find themselves bossed around and shoved off shoulders if they are in her way. Mean and spiteful, she’s not shy of shoving others away from spots that are prime, whether by tricking them or bodily force(her bulk come sin use sometimes), she wants what anyone else has. This flitter will have a small collection of trinkets that are her love, her life, apart from Hers, and one of her habits when she’s not trying to Impress those people that need Impressing, is to clean and admire her trinkets. She likes shiny things, but is not biased to finding a particularly shaped plant and keeping it in the nest she’ll build for herself in Hers quarters. If ever forced to move from her nest, she will complain loudly and entreatingly begging for them not to move and resettle.
She will always and meekly obey queens, subjected to their scolding by the curse of her birth, she will rarely grumble in complaint when she’s put in her place by a gold though she whine for sympathy from Hers later. Why did they always have to pick on her? She will always and completely love Hers, crooning and chirping pleasantly and in all truth to Hers, twining her tail lovingly around their neck as they walk the corridors, she will obey Hers without question unless they are trying to interfere with her master plans. But even then she will only complain slightly, flying off later to take out her annoyance on a poor unsuspecting fool. Hers will be the only one to see her true nature, the mask always falling in private unless she wants something. They will be subjected to all her tirades, rants and ravings and little tantrums when she loses the gamble. She likes to pull the strings behind the scenes, and when she’s suddenly taken from being puppetmaster to puppet she will screech her displeasure to the Heavens. Her mask may be what hides her nature from the others, but her loudness, jealously and laspes in the illusion will soon have at least every human in the Weyr aware of her conniving ways, able to resist that pleasant cheep and curious tip of her head, though firelizards may forget quick enough. Now if only she could remember where she put her clutches she could begin arranging marriages for her young…
Written by Whitey
Razorclaw:
Name: Tae
Gender: Male
Age: Adult
Physical Appearance: Teeny tiny is this Razorclaw. He might well set a new record for smallest of his species. As such he is incredibly fast...and seemingly proud of that fact too. Why else would he go zipping about whenever he can? Surprisingly his endurance is nothing to sneeze at either. By the time this little guy grows up he'll be a master at conserving his energy. On top of being small this guy looks...cuddly. His feathers are arranged in such a way that he'll always look kind of fluffy and his beak and claws aren't as hooked or sharp as most of his species.
This boy has a surprising amount of brown on him for his family group. He has a light brown skunk stripe pattern on his back; a large spot on his head splits into racing stripes, spreading farther towards his tail, spreading along the outside edges of his tail. Also, mixed feathers in his tail and wings are this light brown. White on this bird...doesn't exist. The rest of him is a plain, slightly dark silver-gray that leans more towards simple gray. Curiously, his claws are not the usual black but a a white that reveals the pink quick.
Personality: One might think because he's so small he might have some compensation issues but this little guy is very confident. He's not the best thing in the world (who is?) but he has his own strengths and in the area of speed, at the very least, he'll always believe himself above others. That is good enough for him and damn well better be enough for others not to mock him. Faranth save the person who dares to mock him (this includes calling him cute). That he won't tolerate at all, even from His. Bite, bite.
He doesn't care if people want to ignore him since he's just as happy to ignore them too. In fact, he's often off on his own, flying around or performing daring stunts. It's not surprising to love something you were born to do...but the sheer amount this guy loves to fly is astonishing. Nothing else can compare to the thrill of going so fast and the ones who try to hinder his flight will be met with disgusted fury. How dare they. Violence always seems to be his first response when angered.
He likes to push himself beyond his previous boundaries, mostly emotional ones. He will always be pushing himself, inch by inch, over his fear of dragons. Tight space between two objects he's worried he can't zip through entirely unscathed? He'll try anyways just to get over it. His reckless nature means he tends to need medical attention that he'll only tolerate from His. Learning a few things about healing might be to the advantage of the ones he's bonded to.
Written by Ember
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Name: Haoyamae (HOW-yah-may)
Age: 56 (Born in September, 2966)
Gender: Female
Sexual Orientation: Straight
Rank: Headwoman
Image: Jacqueline Hill
Physical Appearance: Mae is tall, nearly six feet and her body is well rounded. Large hips and a healthy chest make it impossible to mistake her for anything but a woman. Her arms are especially muscular from hard work and her hands are calloused from occasional burns. Her features are firm and stubborn with the beginnings of small wrinkles around her mouth. Her dark auburn hair, once full and wavy in her youth, is starting to thin with a few lines of grey. It hangs a little above her shoulders. Her round, hazel eyes, however, still sparkle with life and vigor.
She dresses in skirts. It's not that she doesn't approve of females wearing pants, she just doesn't like them. Most of her clothes are in shades of brown and cream and good for working and cleaning. She usually has one some kind of apron as well. Her hair is usually put up in some way, either in a bun or back with a kerchief. She does hide a rough cut black stone on a leather thong under her shirts.
Personality: Mae is a no nonsense, simple minded woman who enjoys her life just as it is. As a child she may have had bigger dreams, but now that she's getting past her prime she's taken a practical view. She's satisfied with her life and desires nothing more than to see that everyone who comes to her kitchen is fed and cared for. Mae loves food and strives to make dishes that are both delicious and healthy.
Weyrlings and candidates assigned to help her might want to be warn, she will suffer no pranks or dawdling on her shift. Youngsters need discipline and a firm hand in her mind, and she's not afraid to give it. She's stubborn and determined in her actions. Politics and rank make no difference to her when it involves the kitchen.
She has a soft side though. Food, she figures, is just as important as healing for the body and mind. She cares for everyone and is free with advise or a listening ear. She is kind and motherly and even tolerates fire lizards and salamandyrs, so long as they aren't stealing from the pantry.
History: Mae grew up in Selenitas. She was born the daughter of Maeshi, an assistant cook, as the result of being a flight moth for a lonely bluerider, D'hao (2966). Neither of her parents had much time for her and she was raised in the creche with other weyrbrats. Like many of them, she had dreams of flying the skies with dragons. It was all so wondrous and glamorous and it seemed so certain that they were all destined for this great task, that Mae never gave much thought to anything else.
As soon as she was old enough, she applied to stand with the other candidates. The search dragons didn't seem sure of her, but they let her try. Time and time again she stood, but no hatchling would so much as look at her. When she was seventeen, a blue charged her down to get to a boy behind her. The frightened hatchling slashed deeply into her left leg, severing the nerves. With a permanent limp, Mae decided she had had more than enough of dragons (2983).
She went to work in the kitchens with her estranged mother. Though she begrudged the work at first, she soon grew to love the smell of cooking and the pleasure of creating new food. She often experimented with plants she found in the jungle. Dreams of dragonriders were forgotten. She was far too busy to regret the past. There were people to be fed and dishes to be cleaned. Someone had to see that they all ate properly.
She still had fun though. Over the years she had relationships with a number of riders, usually brief and recreational. It was hard to have a lasting relationship with someone who's mind would be controlled by flightlust. The only lengthy relationship she shared was with, T'val, a brownrider who had impressed at the same hatching she had been hurt at. They were together for many years before he was killed in a training accident (2989). Since then she hasn't shared a lasting relationship with another man. She wears the black stone around her neck in remembrance of him.
In the same year, Haoyamae gave birth to T'val's son, Taevol. Now life took on a new meaning. She had a son to care for and dreams for his future. Though she was often too busy to care for him herself, she made sure to be a presence in his life more than her own parents had been. She encourage him to work for his goals and live for his dreams. He wasn't necessarily the smartest or strongest of the boys, but he worked hard and when he was 15, he fulfilled his mother's old dream by impressing blue Nhimeth (3004).
Selenitas was changing fast. The long lived dynasty ended with the impression of Shmee to Aslath. Mae was skeptical. There were rumors about their new Weyrwoman. Who did she think she was? Could she even handle the job? Mae knew it was none of her business, but she did worry about what it could mean for her home, letting this stranger run it. She would not have payed much attention, but her son was a young rider and it made her worry for his safety. In time, it seemed as though things were going to continue and she let the matter drop.
The poisoning of the weyrs food and wine effected Mae directly. She was furious with the mysterious saboteurs for ruining her good food and killing her friends. She worked night and day, trying to be sure everything she made was free of poison. For a while, it didn't seem as though they had enough clean food to survive. Mae's mother died while tasting one of the barrels of wine. Though they had never been close, her lose cut deeply and fulled a hatred of people who would use such cowardly methods.
It always seems that when it rains it pours. Not even a year after Maeshi's death, Bendan laid siege to to Selenitas. Mae, like most of the weyrfolk had been asleep when it happened. She had awoken the cries of dying dragons and the sound chilled her heart and soul. She survived thanks to a group of wherhandlers who were leading the weyrfolk to safety, but the next morning she found that T'vol and Nhimeth were among the dead (3012).
It seemed that there was nothing much left for Mae to live for her. Her parents, her love, and her son had all left her. She spent a depressing month in a daze, trying to decide if it was even worth it to keep going. But riders and weyrfolk still came to eat her food. Everyone was in pain, not only her. She couldn't do much to help, but she vowed to do what she could. For the sake of her son and her love, she would continue to watch over Selenitas in her own way.
Hoayamae escaped when Wasteland riders took over Selenitas and now finds herself completely out of her element. She has never been away from Selenitas for so long in her entire life. Never the less, she continues to work to feed and care for the riders of Burimyu. If nothing else, it keeps her busy enough so she won't have to think of all the people she left behind.
Life at Burimyu was hard, mostly because supplies were so short. Mae could no long simply ask for what she wanted from a nearby Hold. As much as she disliked stealing, at least it put better food on the table for a while. The distant earthquake, however, brought unexpected news. The Selenitas where she'd been born and raised was gone. Reduced to rubble and boulders. She felt suddenly quite sad. Not only for the lives lost, but because the old Weyr had been her home for so very long.
She didn't have long to dwell on the matter, though, as soon the old Selenitas riders arrived in droves. It was good to have everyone together again, even if it meant more work. Weyrfolk and candidates also came and among them a bright young girl named Annatolli. Mae loved the young girl's company and cheerfulness despite what she too had lost. It wasn't long before she had adopted Anna to raise herself.
Life continued fairly normally for Mae over the next few turns. Nhim grew sick, but pulled through with only the loss of his ability to show pictures. The war started to returned to the forefront of everyone's minds, but Mae tried not to let it worry her. She had worked to do and a young one to raise. She trusted the Council to see them all through in one piece. She was relieved when the war finally ended. Now she no longer had to worry about Anna Impressing and being sent into battle. Not that thread was safe, but at least it was understandable.
Mae grumbled a little over the Summit meetings, spending some time wondering how people thought the changes would actually fix anything. After some time in thought, she decided to move to Inverness. She had good people who could look after things in Selenitas and she wanted to be sure those who were sent North were properly fed and cared for. Though she gave Anna a choice, the girl decided to come with her.
Fire Lizard:
Name: Nhim
Color: Blue 082567
Age: Adult
Physical Appearance: Tiny to the utmost, this blue may well be among the smallest of his color range. Barely larger than some greens, he plainly is more liable to be a decorative ornament to his owner rather than anything useful. His wings are airy-light and carry him well through the air, but he's got almost no stamina whatsoever. Lifting or carrying anything is also almost out of the question. Lockets and things of that nature he could fly around with, but he'd be as liable as not to simply keep that.
His color lends him well to being that decorative ornament, however, as his hide is a smooth, shiny, silken-bright, rich blue that absolutely gleams. With his usually perky stance, he can be quite eye-catching at times. Being fluttery, however, getting him to hold still for much may be a challenge. When kept on a shoulder, he may well randomly move from shoulder to shoulder rather than simply sitting still, trying his hardest to get more attention – or be on the lookout for another snuggly spot to curl up, one never knows!
Personality: A lady lover, this fellow is more than happy to keep the company of girls and women whenever he can. Even if only due to the neat, soft, snuggly-warm places they inevitably carry around with them. Indeed, this blue may well prove to be quite the challenge for his owner, due to his tendency to cleavage-dive every chance he gets. When small, he can pull this off quite neatly. But as he gets older and bigger, in some cases he might end up with his back half dangling out the front.
But there is hope to control him, to some extent. For this blue has a most odd phobia of certain colors. Most notably being the color hot pink. The neon-bright color will send him into utter fits of wailing and trying to hide anywhere he can to get away from seeing it. For no explicable reason, it utterly terrifies him, and always will. Thus, all it takes to curb him is to have a bit of that color hanging where he is not wanted! Of course, dealing with a crying, trembling flitter might be just as problematic in its own way…
Written by Teddy
Do to illness during the 3017 Flitter Plague, he can no longer project images.
Name: Malefi
Color:
Green| #347235 - #5EFB6E
Appearance:
Unlike other greens, this girl is not sleek and feminine, her body not giving way to voluptuous firelizard curves; but don’t tell her that, as she does her best to hide her unseemly mass.
Oh she’s voluptuous enough, her head sleek and slim, dainty as a princess, resting on a long and slender neck that can twist to her back to reach the hardest to reach spots to get at any itch that just won’t leave her alone when Hers isn’t around. In fact, she’s so adept at finding any area of dry skin and scratching it raw, that Hers will have to be careful with this green and how flexible she is, impressing on her mind that if she scratches it may mean death for her, and hopefully in time she’ll become smart enough to smear oil on her snout and get her own itches though she’ll never complain to a good oiling and rubbing from Hers. Her tail matches her neck, overly long and slender, whip like in its disposition and she’d just like to point out the fact that it is utterly, and absolutely, the most wonderful part of her figure. She’s always fastidious in keeping her tail clean, it will never ever touch the ground even when she is utterly exhausted, the only instance where it touches the ground will be if someone tackles her tail and you can be sure she will immediately turn on them like a mama bear protecting her cubs.
Though she favors her tail, it is her wings that receive the most admiring murmurs or gazes; not only for their color but for how easily they cover her body when folded, like the little green is wearing a dress of some sort. Her wing muscles are more developed than others, perhaps naming her an endurance flyer if she had been smaller, though it’s true that with practice she may be able to become quite the little endurance flyer, but she has no interest in it so it will be up to Hers to be interested in that sort of thing. Her wings are larger, longer and far more able to carry to her places than some of her green sisters, from wing tip to wing tip, her wing size nearly beats that of a smaller blue, perhaps why she is able to fold her wings such that it seems like she is wearing a dress. But the very reason she folds her wings like that, is to hide the unseemly mass of her bulky body. When hidden, she looks as feminine as other greens, but it’s simply an illusion she chooses to put on. Her body is large, bulky and not at all curvy, she is made of muscle and she absolutely despises it, finding it easier to gain weight if she eats too much and adding to her bulk. Her legs are shorter than they should be, making her hopping lope something far from graceful, making her choose to ride around on Hers shoulder or stay in one place more often than not. When she does have to walk, she only does it for short lengths, working at an easy, loping gate that doesn’t look quite as silly as her full speed walk. She uses her wings to hide her curveless bulk, placing them just so, so that her legs look longer than they are. She will only uncover her bulk for pleasure flying, which she does little of, around Hers, to show off her wings or during a mating Flight. Because it’s true, when uncovered it is very odd to see that slender neck connecting to such a large bulk. Her ultimate size is only slightly larger than an average green, she is nowhere near being blue sized which satisfies her immensely; though she will never be able to dance gracefully across the sky she will be able to outlast most of her tinier sisters.
Her coloration is perhaps the most interesting part of her; it’s what makes her wings what they are to be admired over. Her base color is a wonderful medium forest green, covering her entire body except for where the lighter green breaks through. While the nearly unbroken forest green could be considered the most wonderful color on her hide, but the lighter green is what makes it. Breaking through the forest to create wonderful patterns, there is an unbroken stride to this color on her underbelly, starting just below her collarbone and ending at the tips of her forked tail, all on her under regions. The light green circles her wrist just before her front claws, looking for all the world like bracelets resting on her forearms. It encircles the lower half of her neck like a large necklace, the tip of it ending just before her collar bone and not daring to touch her underbelly’s color. Where the necklace closes on her back, a line starts up under her neck ridges, going between her head knobs and onto her forehead to spread out only slightly, and continue down to halfway on her muzzle. The final area this lighter green rests is her wing sails, not on the upper area of her wings, oh no, but the under area of her sails are covered in this glittering color, and she shows them off gladly, the only reason she would uncover her bulk.
Personality:
Vain, indifferent, selfish; the perfect lady. Conniving, contriving, scheming her way up as far as her little claws can reach; all this, the twist and curve of her little firelizard mind, hidden behind a mask of dignity, poise and elegance.
Her manners are polished, perfect and rarely ill you find fault with them. She will ask before she takes, daintily taking whatever was offered her in her maw before storing it away, or it eating it right at that moment. When someone enters the room, she will chirp a pleasant greeting, flicking her tail as she acknowledges them with a grace nod of her head. From her perch on Hers shoulder, the most likely place you will find the flitter, she studies her world with what one would consider a benevolent and curious gaze. If she sees that a person or flitter needs help, she will wing her way forward and down, pleasantly entreating the person or flitter of what they would like her to do, she will then proceed with anything they ask of her. Ever so willing to share Hers, she will not object to Hers being with another, she may even welcome another poor soul onto Hers other shoulder, chittering anxiously at any firelizard down on their luck. She is perfect, kind, and diplomatic, breaking up fights between her males at any moment, purring that there’s plenty of her to go around for all as she flirts and twines with any male at all. Perhaps the only thing that can show through her mask, is the fact that she considers the salamandyr’s with disdain, finding their species to be on the lower end compared to firelizards(what could compare to their beautifully proportioned bodies, I ask you), her politeness becoming stiff and cool around them.
But all of this, all her kindness and dignity, has a hidden agenda; something to hide. How could she climb the flitter social ladder if she was not kind, generous and polite? That would take her nowhere. Her greetings are marred with an irritable whirl of her eyes, many of those in need outright ignored if she doesn’t spy them directly. If she hadn’t seen them she had an excuse not to help, though she will become quite skilled at catching things out of the corners of her many faceted eyes. She is extremely jealous and possessive and if any around Hers overstays their welcome, they will find the green beginning to glare at them balefully and depending on how irritable she is, she may even hiss and snap at them ruining her perfectly cultivated image. She finds fights amusing, seeing them as chances to flirt with potential suitors or watch as the female competition falls, at times she will even encourage a fight, with a croon or chirp of encouragement to one of the combatants, inviting the winner into her string of suitors, the loser thoroughly ignored. Throughout her life she will collect a harem of males, any and all color, she’s not judgmental though it’s no lie that there will mostly be blues following her whim, she finds it a source of pride within her if she can cultivate a bronze the highest of the male ranking colors, and the ability to climb the social ladder upwards though it’s no lie bronzes can be as fickle as greens and hold loyalties to their queens first. If she loses a male, especially a rank ladder as she so dubs bronzes, she will sulk. And sulk. And then rage. Her rage fits will be short and brief, but they will be large. She is not a flitter without temper, and when she gets riled up only Hers can settle her down. She is only out for herself and herself alone, any other firelizards that Hers has will find themselves bossed around and shoved off shoulders if they are in her way. Mean and spiteful, she’s not shy of shoving others away from spots that are prime, whether by tricking them or bodily force(her bulk come sin use sometimes), she wants what anyone else has. This flitter will have a small collection of trinkets that are her love, her life, apart from Hers, and one of her habits when she’s not trying to Impress those people that need Impressing, is to clean and admire her trinkets. She likes shiny things, but is not biased to finding a particularly shaped plant and keeping it in the nest she’ll build for herself in Hers quarters. If ever forced to move from her nest, she will complain loudly and entreatingly begging for them not to move and resettle.
She will always and meekly obey queens, subjected to their scolding by the curse of her birth, she will rarely grumble in complaint when she’s put in her place by a gold though she whine for sympathy from Hers later. Why did they always have to pick on her? She will always and completely love Hers, crooning and chirping pleasantly and in all truth to Hers, twining her tail lovingly around their neck as they walk the corridors, she will obey Hers without question unless they are trying to interfere with her master plans. But even then she will only complain slightly, flying off later to take out her annoyance on a poor unsuspecting fool. Hers will be the only one to see her true nature, the mask always falling in private unless she wants something. They will be subjected to all her tirades, rants and ravings and little tantrums when she loses the gamble. She likes to pull the strings behind the scenes, and when she’s suddenly taken from being puppetmaster to puppet she will screech her displeasure to the Heavens. Her mask may be what hides her nature from the others, but her loudness, jealously and laspes in the illusion will soon have at least every human in the Weyr aware of her conniving ways, able to resist that pleasant cheep and curious tip of her head, though firelizards may forget quick enough. Now if only she could remember where she put her clutches she could begin arranging marriages for her young…
Written by Whitey
Razorclaw:
Name: Tae
Gender: Male
Age: Adult
Physical Appearance: Teeny tiny is this Razorclaw. He might well set a new record for smallest of his species. As such he is incredibly fast...and seemingly proud of that fact too. Why else would he go zipping about whenever he can? Surprisingly his endurance is nothing to sneeze at either. By the time this little guy grows up he'll be a master at conserving his energy. On top of being small this guy looks...cuddly. His feathers are arranged in such a way that he'll always look kind of fluffy and his beak and claws aren't as hooked or sharp as most of his species.
This boy has a surprising amount of brown on him for his family group. He has a light brown skunk stripe pattern on his back; a large spot on his head splits into racing stripes, spreading farther towards his tail, spreading along the outside edges of his tail. Also, mixed feathers in his tail and wings are this light brown. White on this bird...doesn't exist. The rest of him is a plain, slightly dark silver-gray that leans more towards simple gray. Curiously, his claws are not the usual black but a a white that reveals the pink quick.
Personality: One might think because he's so small he might have some compensation issues but this little guy is very confident. He's not the best thing in the world (who is?) but he has his own strengths and in the area of speed, at the very least, he'll always believe himself above others. That is good enough for him and damn well better be enough for others not to mock him. Faranth save the person who dares to mock him (this includes calling him cute). That he won't tolerate at all, even from His. Bite, bite.
He doesn't care if people want to ignore him since he's just as happy to ignore them too. In fact, he's often off on his own, flying around or performing daring stunts. It's not surprising to love something you were born to do...but the sheer amount this guy loves to fly is astonishing. Nothing else can compare to the thrill of going so fast and the ones who try to hinder his flight will be met with disgusted fury. How dare they. Violence always seems to be his first response when angered.
He likes to push himself beyond his previous boundaries, mostly emotional ones. He will always be pushing himself, inch by inch, over his fear of dragons. Tight space between two objects he's worried he can't zip through entirely unscathed? He'll try anyways just to get over it. His reckless nature means he tends to need medical attention that he'll only tolerate from His. Learning a few things about healing might be to the advantage of the ones he's bonded to.
Written by Ember
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