Post by Avu on Sept 13, 2009 11:58:08 GMT -5
Present Gold
Name— Eikask
Color— Gold (#FFFBB8)
Impressed to— Eikane
Appearance— A large wher, Eikask is; she’ll be one of the largest seen in quite awhile and it’s clear that were she bulky, she’d be quite the eye-catcher. However, Eikask isn’t; her slender form betrays her on that count, for Eikask much more resembles a dainty green than a muscled queen. That’s not to say she isn't beautiful – there’s no doubting that she is – but Eikask certainly isn’t going to be winning any strength competitions soon, and it’s likely that she’ll often be overlooked because her slim frame detracts from her overall size. But an impressive silhouette, Eikask does cut; a long, whippy body with a tail equally slender, deviously quick at snapping through the air; she’s a leggy creature, with her legs long and on the slender side, but should she desire it, frequent exercise will produce wiry muscle around her entire body. Never will she fill out her form, and as a result she looks rather gangly, especially since her head is (both figuratively and literally) a little on the big side for her body. It’s just barely noticeable, and not even big enough to be pinpointed – she simply looks off. On the upside, though, her wings are positively huge; quite easily will Eikask be able to glide should she desire to do so.
And should she desire to do so, Eikask will be nothing short of elegant in the air. She’s intelligent enough that she can put good use to the lower winds and air currents, and arrogant enough to be fearless; if Eikask takes to the air (which she might or might not, depending on her upbringing), she’ll be unstoppable, her Runs ones that no male can ever forget. If, for whatever reason, Eikask does not discover her grace in the air, she’ll simply be ‘that clumsy’ queen, for on the ground her gangly, leggy form is simply that: Clumsy. Much to her rage, she’ll never acquire naturally that fluid, smooth gait that she so longs for. As a wherling, her legs will often get tangled, and much too often will her face meet the ground in a short, brief, and utterly undignified conversation; even as she grows, this malady will not entirely fade, though Eikask certainly will spend a lot more time upright and properly standing as opposed to sprawling over the ground. In time, she will acquire some measure of grace, though it will never come naturally – it requires concentration.
Very pale gold is Eikask’s hide. It looks almost faded, as if somebody took new, bright gold and covered it with a layer of white, bleaching out the color. Just slightly, but it’s enough that Eikask will never receive as much attention as she wants – she’s not bright enough for every eye to turn her way. She is, however, very metallic to make up for her lightness. Never will another gold shine as brightly as she! (At least, in her opinion.) Given that the two moons’ light is far from sufficient to match that of Rukbat, it’s probably safe to presume that Eikask would, indeed, look incredible in full light. Every movement will gleam and catch the light; every surface of her skin seems to glow faintly; her hide has the ability, it seems, to capture moonlight and re-emit it in much more vibrant shades than she took it in. A glowing, pale ghost, Eikask is – but this appearance is marred by deep, orange-gold eyeliner that circles each of her eyes, and then follows her muzzle down to her nostrils; a single, very clear rosette-marking of the same color is found on her left hindquarter, but over her entire body the same rosette markings are simply a shade darker than her original color, visible as the faintest illusions, turning Eikask into a glowing, pale ghost feline-wher.
Personality— Eikask is undoubtedly an attention-seeker. This gold likes to be looked at, for whatever reason – be it awe, love, adoration, annoyance – even hatred is preferable to being ignored. While she can stand it if not everybody in the room, in the Weyr, is looking at her, Hers must be focused on her as much as possible. Even if his full focus is not solely upon her, Eikask insists that, if he is able, he must at least be petting her at all times, as befits a queen of her splendor. Jealous, Eikask undeniably is; Hers belongs solely to her. Her claim is there and she was there first. All others come second, and they will never be as important as she is – and Hers must understand that to be true. While Eikask, however grudgingly, allows the attention to be shared (for she understands that Hers is perfect, is amazing enough, that others do want his company), the one thing she cannot stand is if Hers claims to love another female. That simply will not do. Friendships are fine; acquaintances are fine; even enemies are fine by Eikask. But a lover…? Oh, no, no; she’ll fix that, she will! No lovers allowed for Hers. Those foolish human-women should find their own males, for this one is hers, and will always be Hers.
This possessiveness extends to any wher or creature that Eikask decides belongs to her, too. Though this gold treats them as disdainfully, as contemptuously, as she does any other creature, rest assured that once Eikask has claimed you, you will know it. She claims only males, of any species, and females will be chased away from them viciously if Eikask views them as a threat. Fortunately for the Weyr’s females and males alike, Eikask is intelligent – and arrogant. This gold is capable of processing logic and emotions to an almost alarming degree; if only she would put her mind to it, likely she could accomplish much. However, Eikask doesn’t, usually, without encouragement – instead, her arrogance leads her on, and will likely lead her off of a cliff if Hers does not interfere once in a while, for Eikask seems to think that she should not only lead all the whers, but the entire Weyr: Those dragons don’t deserve to be Senior queen; that should be her position. Fortunately for her reputation, Eikask does not demonstrate her ambition nearly as openly as she does her jealousy. She does, however, have no problem treating everybody with a slight condescension. They’re not as good as she is, after all…
Though many a male will be claimed, Eikask does not openly flirt with any but the highest. Dragons will be claimed, but never will they be flirted with; the same goes for salamandyrs and firelizards. Whers – bronze whers, brown whers – are the only ones out of her varied collection of males – that Eikask will ever go out of her way to flirt with, purr and rub against – because they, ultimately, once her (admittedly nonexistent) plans succeed, will be the ones to be Weyrleader! Such plans should be met with dismay soon enough from Hers, for none of them ever seem to take a definite, concrete shape, and certainly Eikask, while she does plot, never seems to try and execute any of the plans. She’s too intelligent for that; she’d much rather wait till the War’s over before she takes over, please and thank you! Everyone knows the Senior Weyrwoman is the first to be attacked. Every secret, every ambition and every plan, every name of every wher that she’s fond of – all will be told to her handler. But nobody else. Outwardly, Eikask is simply an arrogant queen who likes to be the center of attention, and nothing more; to her handler, she’s a devious little vixen determined to rule to Weyr. One should bid her good luck: She certainly will need it…
Forever Green
Name— Yosk
Color— Green (#BEE8B5)
Impressed to— Yoalla
Appearance— Yosk is one of the creatures who walks the borderline between plain and incredibly beautiful – though she seems to see only the ugly parts of herself and never really recognizes how pretty she could be taken for if only she tried to work to her advantage. She’s neither long nor short, simply average in length, with thick shoulders and a body to which a slight amount of fat clings. Though Yosk will undoubtedly be desperate to work it off, she’ll never manage it: She’s simply naturally chubby, though if she stood straight, even that would be unnoticeable and Yosk would look nothing short of slender. However, Yosk doesn’t – she always has her head low and her tail down, both wings often spread cautiously just in case she has to make a quick escape – and lovely large wings they are, too, but the way she holds them, stiffly, makes them look rather silly sometimes, given the angle. Her legs are curving, thick near the shoulder and hindquarters and becoming slender until they’re positively skinny around the ankles, giving her dual-toed paws the illusion of being larger than they actually are. Her eyes are extremely large, making her entire face look too small and giving her a perpetually hungry or astonished appearance, and Yosk is extremely insecure about her eyes, going as far as to narrow them on purpose to make them look smaller. They’re just horrible, aren’t they?!
She’s also terrified of how graceful she is (or isn’t). In Yosk’s opinion, she looks downright awkward maneuvering around things and simply just moving in general, and always prefers to be standing still when she’s talking to someone – that way she can occasionally hopefully remember to keep her posture correct and not a slouching, submissive, don’t-look-at-me slink as it usually is. Despite all of her fussiness, however, Yosk truly is quite a sight when she’s moving and not slinking along – she can go quite fast for short distances, and though her pace will always look just a little undignified – after all, if you think you’re clumsy, you will be – she’s not nearly as bad off as Yosk honestly thinks; her pace just looks a little like she’s not quite in control of her limbs and it’s more of a bouncy galloping pace than anything else. In flying, however, Yosk will be nothing short of magnificent – assuming Hers ever gets her in the air! Yosk is undoubtedly going to protest the idea of learning to fly anywhere where anyone could be watching her (and she’s incredibly paranoid of that), so Hers will have to find a nice, secret place before Yosk tries anything. Once she does, though, it’ll be clear she’s a natural…her wings and desire to be the best she can will see to that.
On one hand, Yosk’s color might be her crowning glory; on another – to her – it’s incredibly bad. People associate paleness with Fort, do they not? It breaks Yosk’s heart to be compared to Fort; she associates Northern with bad without any back-up logic, after all. But she does resemble the dragons of Grenostith’s brood in that her hide is incredibly, incredibly pale in shade, a once cheerful shade of spring green overlaid so many times with a translucent white that it’s become nearly completely white with only a tinge of green to hint at her coloration. Very subtly, the shade shifts from dark to light in such a way as to look just like natural shadows thrown onto Yosk, and slightly darker swirls brush against her hindquarters, and – something that Yosk will never know she possesses unless it’s pointed out to her – very, very dark swirls of a bright green start at a point just behind her eyes and swirl upwards and downwards on both sides of her eye in a design very much like that inscribed onto many masks. Both sides of her face are exactly the same, to the point of being literally symmetrical. Beautiful or ugly? – but, after all, beauty is in the eye of the beholder.
Personality— Yosk is incredibly insecure. No amount of informing her that she’s adorable, sweet, beautiful, etc. and so forth, will ever have any discernable effect on this green’s self-confidence. Only Hers will be trusted to love her implicitly, and Hers’ attention will be valued above all else. While in the company of others, she may ask Hers not to fawn over her just so that she doesn’t look silly, but in reality she’ll always love any affection given to her by Hers, though negative attention will have Yosk cringing and whimpering and pleading for apology, regardless of whether or not it’s her fault. Because, you see, Hers is always right, so surely if Yosk’s thinks that it’s her fault, it was? Even if she doesn’t remember? It has to be! If it’s not, then Hers would be wrong and that is simply impossible, liking asking a dragon to shrink to the size of a fire-lizard – just not right. Even though she might sulk about Hers’ decisions, in the end Yosk will always forgive, always forget, always start anew just so Hers still loves her…if Hers didn’t, who would? She’s not too pretty, after all, and nobody would love her and then Yosk simply could not stand it.
At heart, Yosk is a social creature. She would like nothing better than to have a huge group of friends, all of which she trusts implicitly and loves, but reality is not so kind and Yosk has the added misfortune of having a severe lack of self-confidence. While she’ll shyly try to befriend anyone who seems friendly – she biases towards ‘pretty’ females or handsome males, though, in a vague, unconscious attempt to balance out what she perceives to be ugliness on her part – it takes a lot for that friendship to be wholehearted and completely trusting; it won’t be uncommon for Yosk to be on friendly terms with up to ten other people, whers, dragons, firelizards, or Salamandyrs, and only actually like the company of two or three, because she’s simply paranoid. Even the smallest negative gesture will be misconstrued and made into something far greater than it actually is, and while Yosk is too shy to point out right away, her paranoia makes her worry and fret that everyone’s just pretending to like her because they feel bad for her, and would they like her better, maybe, if she was prettier? Everyone likes pretty, and Yosk dearly wishes to be. Around those friend/acquaintances that Yosk does not quite trust, this green tends to camouflage herself by acting like them, acting not like herself but like what she feels they would want her to be, because then maybe they would like her better. She’s hesitant to try anything new, just in case she makes a fool of herself and they laugh or tease her, and Yosk is an undeniably flighty creature.
When she’s with her true friends, those she loves, adores, and knows that they return the affection, however, Yosk becomes a downright playful creature, always willing to indulge in games be it something as immature as dolls or as serious as sparring; a vibrant creature, Yosk is, just waiting to be called to the surface by the right friends. Wholehearted, her love becomes, and her opinions will be given freely and earnestly; her secrets will be confided without a second though and she’ll display an edge of wry humor that would not have been expected in such a shy, flighty creature otherwise. While this display of her true self may chase away surprised friends, Yosk can’t help it – she has to show herself to someone, after all. Anyone who chooses to leave her after they’ve reached this real friend rank, though, will hurt Yosk greatly – there’s no better compliment from this green, and while she’ll never attempt revenge, this green’s hurt will be undeniable; she’ll try to avoid whoever committed the crime, won’t talk about it to anybody, and will often try and pretend that it never existed. Denial – not the best way to handle a problem, but it’s the only way Yosk knows, and it’s the only way she can block the hurt of rejection.
Name— Eikask
Color— Gold (#FFFBB8)
Impressed to— Eikane
Appearance— A large wher, Eikask is; she’ll be one of the largest seen in quite awhile and it’s clear that were she bulky, she’d be quite the eye-catcher. However, Eikask isn’t; her slender form betrays her on that count, for Eikask much more resembles a dainty green than a muscled queen. That’s not to say she isn't beautiful – there’s no doubting that she is – but Eikask certainly isn’t going to be winning any strength competitions soon, and it’s likely that she’ll often be overlooked because her slim frame detracts from her overall size. But an impressive silhouette, Eikask does cut; a long, whippy body with a tail equally slender, deviously quick at snapping through the air; she’s a leggy creature, with her legs long and on the slender side, but should she desire it, frequent exercise will produce wiry muscle around her entire body. Never will she fill out her form, and as a result she looks rather gangly, especially since her head is (both figuratively and literally) a little on the big side for her body. It’s just barely noticeable, and not even big enough to be pinpointed – she simply looks off. On the upside, though, her wings are positively huge; quite easily will Eikask be able to glide should she desire to do so.
And should she desire to do so, Eikask will be nothing short of elegant in the air. She’s intelligent enough that she can put good use to the lower winds and air currents, and arrogant enough to be fearless; if Eikask takes to the air (which she might or might not, depending on her upbringing), she’ll be unstoppable, her Runs ones that no male can ever forget. If, for whatever reason, Eikask does not discover her grace in the air, she’ll simply be ‘that clumsy’ queen, for on the ground her gangly, leggy form is simply that: Clumsy. Much to her rage, she’ll never acquire naturally that fluid, smooth gait that she so longs for. As a wherling, her legs will often get tangled, and much too often will her face meet the ground in a short, brief, and utterly undignified conversation; even as she grows, this malady will not entirely fade, though Eikask certainly will spend a lot more time upright and properly standing as opposed to sprawling over the ground. In time, she will acquire some measure of grace, though it will never come naturally – it requires concentration.
Very pale gold is Eikask’s hide. It looks almost faded, as if somebody took new, bright gold and covered it with a layer of white, bleaching out the color. Just slightly, but it’s enough that Eikask will never receive as much attention as she wants – she’s not bright enough for every eye to turn her way. She is, however, very metallic to make up for her lightness. Never will another gold shine as brightly as she! (At least, in her opinion.) Given that the two moons’ light is far from sufficient to match that of Rukbat, it’s probably safe to presume that Eikask would, indeed, look incredible in full light. Every movement will gleam and catch the light; every surface of her skin seems to glow faintly; her hide has the ability, it seems, to capture moonlight and re-emit it in much more vibrant shades than she took it in. A glowing, pale ghost, Eikask is – but this appearance is marred by deep, orange-gold eyeliner that circles each of her eyes, and then follows her muzzle down to her nostrils; a single, very clear rosette-marking of the same color is found on her left hindquarter, but over her entire body the same rosette markings are simply a shade darker than her original color, visible as the faintest illusions, turning Eikask into a glowing, pale ghost feline-wher.
Personality— Eikask is undoubtedly an attention-seeker. This gold likes to be looked at, for whatever reason – be it awe, love, adoration, annoyance – even hatred is preferable to being ignored. While she can stand it if not everybody in the room, in the Weyr, is looking at her, Hers must be focused on her as much as possible. Even if his full focus is not solely upon her, Eikask insists that, if he is able, he must at least be petting her at all times, as befits a queen of her splendor. Jealous, Eikask undeniably is; Hers belongs solely to her. Her claim is there and she was there first. All others come second, and they will never be as important as she is – and Hers must understand that to be true. While Eikask, however grudgingly, allows the attention to be shared (for she understands that Hers is perfect, is amazing enough, that others do want his company), the one thing she cannot stand is if Hers claims to love another female. That simply will not do. Friendships are fine; acquaintances are fine; even enemies are fine by Eikask. But a lover…? Oh, no, no; she’ll fix that, she will! No lovers allowed for Hers. Those foolish human-women should find their own males, for this one is hers, and will always be Hers.
This possessiveness extends to any wher or creature that Eikask decides belongs to her, too. Though this gold treats them as disdainfully, as contemptuously, as she does any other creature, rest assured that once Eikask has claimed you, you will know it. She claims only males, of any species, and females will be chased away from them viciously if Eikask views them as a threat. Fortunately for the Weyr’s females and males alike, Eikask is intelligent – and arrogant. This gold is capable of processing logic and emotions to an almost alarming degree; if only she would put her mind to it, likely she could accomplish much. However, Eikask doesn’t, usually, without encouragement – instead, her arrogance leads her on, and will likely lead her off of a cliff if Hers does not interfere once in a while, for Eikask seems to think that she should not only lead all the whers, but the entire Weyr: Those dragons don’t deserve to be Senior queen; that should be her position. Fortunately for her reputation, Eikask does not demonstrate her ambition nearly as openly as she does her jealousy. She does, however, have no problem treating everybody with a slight condescension. They’re not as good as she is, after all…
Though many a male will be claimed, Eikask does not openly flirt with any but the highest. Dragons will be claimed, but never will they be flirted with; the same goes for salamandyrs and firelizards. Whers – bronze whers, brown whers – are the only ones out of her varied collection of males – that Eikask will ever go out of her way to flirt with, purr and rub against – because they, ultimately, once her (admittedly nonexistent) plans succeed, will be the ones to be Weyrleader! Such plans should be met with dismay soon enough from Hers, for none of them ever seem to take a definite, concrete shape, and certainly Eikask, while she does plot, never seems to try and execute any of the plans. She’s too intelligent for that; she’d much rather wait till the War’s over before she takes over, please and thank you! Everyone knows the Senior Weyrwoman is the first to be attacked. Every secret, every ambition and every plan, every name of every wher that she’s fond of – all will be told to her handler. But nobody else. Outwardly, Eikask is simply an arrogant queen who likes to be the center of attention, and nothing more; to her handler, she’s a devious little vixen determined to rule to Weyr. One should bid her good luck: She certainly will need it…
Forever Green
Name— Yosk
Color— Green (#BEE8B5)
Impressed to— Yoalla
Appearance— Yosk is one of the creatures who walks the borderline between plain and incredibly beautiful – though she seems to see only the ugly parts of herself and never really recognizes how pretty she could be taken for if only she tried to work to her advantage. She’s neither long nor short, simply average in length, with thick shoulders and a body to which a slight amount of fat clings. Though Yosk will undoubtedly be desperate to work it off, she’ll never manage it: She’s simply naturally chubby, though if she stood straight, even that would be unnoticeable and Yosk would look nothing short of slender. However, Yosk doesn’t – she always has her head low and her tail down, both wings often spread cautiously just in case she has to make a quick escape – and lovely large wings they are, too, but the way she holds them, stiffly, makes them look rather silly sometimes, given the angle. Her legs are curving, thick near the shoulder and hindquarters and becoming slender until they’re positively skinny around the ankles, giving her dual-toed paws the illusion of being larger than they actually are. Her eyes are extremely large, making her entire face look too small and giving her a perpetually hungry or astonished appearance, and Yosk is extremely insecure about her eyes, going as far as to narrow them on purpose to make them look smaller. They’re just horrible, aren’t they?!
She’s also terrified of how graceful she is (or isn’t). In Yosk’s opinion, she looks downright awkward maneuvering around things and simply just moving in general, and always prefers to be standing still when she’s talking to someone – that way she can occasionally hopefully remember to keep her posture correct and not a slouching, submissive, don’t-look-at-me slink as it usually is. Despite all of her fussiness, however, Yosk truly is quite a sight when she’s moving and not slinking along – she can go quite fast for short distances, and though her pace will always look just a little undignified – after all, if you think you’re clumsy, you will be – she’s not nearly as bad off as Yosk honestly thinks; her pace just looks a little like she’s not quite in control of her limbs and it’s more of a bouncy galloping pace than anything else. In flying, however, Yosk will be nothing short of magnificent – assuming Hers ever gets her in the air! Yosk is undoubtedly going to protest the idea of learning to fly anywhere where anyone could be watching her (and she’s incredibly paranoid of that), so Hers will have to find a nice, secret place before Yosk tries anything. Once she does, though, it’ll be clear she’s a natural…her wings and desire to be the best she can will see to that.
On one hand, Yosk’s color might be her crowning glory; on another – to her – it’s incredibly bad. People associate paleness with Fort, do they not? It breaks Yosk’s heart to be compared to Fort; she associates Northern with bad without any back-up logic, after all. But she does resemble the dragons of Grenostith’s brood in that her hide is incredibly, incredibly pale in shade, a once cheerful shade of spring green overlaid so many times with a translucent white that it’s become nearly completely white with only a tinge of green to hint at her coloration. Very subtly, the shade shifts from dark to light in such a way as to look just like natural shadows thrown onto Yosk, and slightly darker swirls brush against her hindquarters, and – something that Yosk will never know she possesses unless it’s pointed out to her – very, very dark swirls of a bright green start at a point just behind her eyes and swirl upwards and downwards on both sides of her eye in a design very much like that inscribed onto many masks. Both sides of her face are exactly the same, to the point of being literally symmetrical. Beautiful or ugly? – but, after all, beauty is in the eye of the beholder.
Personality— Yosk is incredibly insecure. No amount of informing her that she’s adorable, sweet, beautiful, etc. and so forth, will ever have any discernable effect on this green’s self-confidence. Only Hers will be trusted to love her implicitly, and Hers’ attention will be valued above all else. While in the company of others, she may ask Hers not to fawn over her just so that she doesn’t look silly, but in reality she’ll always love any affection given to her by Hers, though negative attention will have Yosk cringing and whimpering and pleading for apology, regardless of whether or not it’s her fault. Because, you see, Hers is always right, so surely if Yosk’s thinks that it’s her fault, it was? Even if she doesn’t remember? It has to be! If it’s not, then Hers would be wrong and that is simply impossible, liking asking a dragon to shrink to the size of a fire-lizard – just not right. Even though she might sulk about Hers’ decisions, in the end Yosk will always forgive, always forget, always start anew just so Hers still loves her…if Hers didn’t, who would? She’s not too pretty, after all, and nobody would love her and then Yosk simply could not stand it.
At heart, Yosk is a social creature. She would like nothing better than to have a huge group of friends, all of which she trusts implicitly and loves, but reality is not so kind and Yosk has the added misfortune of having a severe lack of self-confidence. While she’ll shyly try to befriend anyone who seems friendly – she biases towards ‘pretty’ females or handsome males, though, in a vague, unconscious attempt to balance out what she perceives to be ugliness on her part – it takes a lot for that friendship to be wholehearted and completely trusting; it won’t be uncommon for Yosk to be on friendly terms with up to ten other people, whers, dragons, firelizards, or Salamandyrs, and only actually like the company of two or three, because she’s simply paranoid. Even the smallest negative gesture will be misconstrued and made into something far greater than it actually is, and while Yosk is too shy to point out right away, her paranoia makes her worry and fret that everyone’s just pretending to like her because they feel bad for her, and would they like her better, maybe, if she was prettier? Everyone likes pretty, and Yosk dearly wishes to be. Around those friend/acquaintances that Yosk does not quite trust, this green tends to camouflage herself by acting like them, acting not like herself but like what she feels they would want her to be, because then maybe they would like her better. She’s hesitant to try anything new, just in case she makes a fool of herself and they laugh or tease her, and Yosk is an undeniably flighty creature.
When she’s with her true friends, those she loves, adores, and knows that they return the affection, however, Yosk becomes a downright playful creature, always willing to indulge in games be it something as immature as dolls or as serious as sparring; a vibrant creature, Yosk is, just waiting to be called to the surface by the right friends. Wholehearted, her love becomes, and her opinions will be given freely and earnestly; her secrets will be confided without a second though and she’ll display an edge of wry humor that would not have been expected in such a shy, flighty creature otherwise. While this display of her true self may chase away surprised friends, Yosk can’t help it – she has to show herself to someone, after all. Anyone who chooses to leave her after they’ve reached this real friend rank, though, will hurt Yosk greatly – there’s no better compliment from this green, and while she’ll never attempt revenge, this green’s hurt will be undeniable; she’ll try to avoid whoever committed the crime, won’t talk about it to anybody, and will often try and pretend that it never existed. Denial – not the best way to handle a problem, but it’s the only way Yosk knows, and it’s the only way she can block the hurt of rejection.
