Post by phlysolo on Oct 15, 2008 23:13:06 GMT -5
Name: Lenia
Age: 17 Turns
Rank: Brown Weyrling
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Homosexual
Appearance:
Lenia has a sharp, aggressive looking face that screams superiority and self-assurance. Everything about her facial features seem to be sharp and angular, almost having a avian type predatory appearance. Her nose is long and slightly hooked, pointed over her mouth. Her unusually blue eyes look like they're able to pierce through anything. Her eyes are much to be envied despite the fierceness of Lenia's gaze. Every female in her family possesses a pair deep blue eyes and the gene did not skip her, despite the fact that her father's own eyes are quite black. Lenia's black hair falls shortly to the middle of her neck in long tendrils that seem to clump together to form 'fangs' hanging from her head.
Adding to the ferocity of her face is her height as she stands much taller than either her father or mother. She towers over some females her age and it appears that she's growing some. However, she's not very 'womanly' at all. Her figures has almost no curves to it all in spite of the fact that her mother was quite voluptuous. Not that it matters to Lenia, of course. If appearing 'manly' helps her catch the eye of another girl, then she's all for it. In fact, the young woman is known for dressing in attire that isn't made for women. Trousers, tunics cut for men, even men underthings often adorn her body. And of course, her color scheme is generally masculine as well, with deep blues, browns, and brasses.
Personality:
Lenia is stubborn, brash, and hot-headed. She rarely will listen to what someone of a higher authority tells her in respects to completing a task or doing some kind of work. The girl has almost a complete disregard to rank and status of any kind except when it comes to the dragonriders. She acknowledges that if someone had a strong enough personality to Impress to a bronze or gold, then they must certainly command respect and obedience. To anyone lesser than a brownrider, she'll either completely ignore or give the smallest of fake smiles and then pretend to go do what they've asked. However, she will occasionally listen to any rider whose older than 30ish Turns. In that, she's still at least kind of respectful to her father.
In spite of the fact that she's a rather rebellious, disobedient child, she's a hard worker and extremely determined and diligent. Any task that she actually sets herself to herself or is forced to do by someone who can actually control her or bend her to their will is accomplished promptly and with great effort. Rarely will she perform badly at any task given to her no matter how upset she was at being put to the job. In fact, she's usually so consistent and precise with her work that it surprises those around her that attribute her unwillingness to take orders as a sign that she's incompetent. No, for all her bad manners and onerousness, she's dependable once once actually can get her to work.
Of course, her very determined spirit makes it possible for her to literally do or become anything she wants. Once she focuses on a goal, she becomes persistent and dutiful to the cause. Unfortunately, thus far all of her 'causes' have been selfish and have only aided her in gaining strictly for herself. It would be difficult, but it is possible to not only change her attitude towards something constructive, which can be something that is quite sought after, but to make her more of a team player and an asset to the Weyr.
Her brashness and boldness makes her quite unpopular with most of her peers as she speaks her mind as she sees fit and argues for the sake of arguing. She's got very few friends and those who are her acquaintances can't take her in large dosages. However, if one was to break past her contriteness and quarreling attitude, they'd find a loyal and true companion for themselves. Lenia, if she had friends, would be resolutely on their side, right or wrong, good or bad, fair weather or stormy skies. She's also got a surprisingly good sense of humor and, though her wit comprises of quick quips and cunning sarcasm, can indeed take a joke. Lenia isn't the best to try and get along in the work room, but she can be a staunch ally.
History:
Lenia was born to two Weavers in a small Hold far to the North of Nyocia Weyr. While it was not of course, on the Northern Continent, it was just shy of it: It was a seafaring place on a peninsula that nearly shared a tip with the Northern Continent. Her parents were one of the few in the tiny Sea Hold with any type of rank. Her father was a Master Weaver, responsible for creating and inspecting each and every sail, net, and piece of rope fitting that would ever be put onto one of the Sea Hold's small fleet of boats (and by small, it means two or three active ships at any one time...). Her mother was a journeywoman of the same job. Despite the fact that there were only a number of boats that they were in charge of, the two rarely seemed to have time for their daughter.
Thus, she was allowed to grow wild and rambunctious. The Hold did have a small crech, but Lenia almost never found herself in it as a youth. No, she would go scampering off on her own, much to the dismay of the crechworkers who always seemed to have their hands full with the lass, not that they didn't already; the small Sea Hold seemed to have a rather unusual amount of youths....
The only person who seemed to have any control over the young woman at all was the old bronze watchrider. He had chosen to live at the quiet and peaceful Hold after Ista Weyr had been disbanded. He knew of Nyocia, of course, but the life of a youthful dragonrider was just too much for him in his old age. Still, he liked the company of youngsters and the small Sea Hold had plenty of them who would sit around him and listen to the wild, and mostly made up, stories he had about his days as a true dragonrider. Lenia was no exception.
The one place she could be found, without a doubt, was with old bronzerider K'tan and his Hirisaserath (haha long name!). K'tan could persuade the girl to do just about anything with his deep voice and commanding presence; the man was quite something to listen to, even though the young girl had a feeling that he wasn't always entirely truthful with his words. It was he who got the girl to attend, as she should, the lessons with the Hold's harper and to listen to the crechwomen a bit more (even though she mostly did not). She learned, from his commands, that she absolutely hated the 'classroom' setting that the harper taught them in and despised learning about music. Yes, it was nice to listen to but she simply did not have the patience for it.
What she did want to do was experience the thrill of dragonriding that K'tan so often told her about. She had actually become extremely jealous of the old man as her Turns became longer. The thing that she wanted to do most in the world was across the universe, practically! Lenia had heard of the harper talking about this wonderful place called Nyocia! It was a real Weyr, like the one K'tan used to live at! Oh, if only she could get there! Maybe she could ride a dragon someday herself.
As her time progressed at the Hold she became increasingly dissatisfied with her life, knowing that just a short dragon ride a way was a chance that she, too, could join the ranks of the dragonmen. And perhaps she had the luck to do so! One day, when she escaped her daily chores (for she was, at sixteen Turns, well into her apprenticeship to the Tanner Craft), she discovered the most wonderful thing: A fire lizard clutch! And a large one at that. But she wasn't at all interested in sharing her discovery with the Hold, where they would surely take up all the eggs and not give Lenia, the girl who had discovered them after all, a single one.
No, what she did was take two of the larger eggs and seperated them from the rest of the Clutch. She had to be on the lookout for the Clutchmother, of course, who would be in a terrible wrath to see a human disturbing the hardening eggs of her babes. Luckily, the queen flitter was not to be found and Lenia was able to rebury the two eggs in a warm patch of sand far from the terrors of the tides and, hopefully, where any tunnel snake or wherrie would look.
It did take longer than the impatient Lenia wanted to wait, but finally, she noticed that the eggs were so much harder than they had been when she'd first discovered them. She supposed, though she had no expertise on the subject, that they would Hatch soon. Lenia's rebelliousness came to a climax as she would, hourly it seemed, run off from her tasks to check the eggs on the beach about a kilometer from the Hold. Needless to say, she's a fast runner.
It was almost by pure luck that Lenia arrived just to see the two fire lizards break shell. She had, of course, ditched some duty or another, but had been stopped by her mother, of all people, who demanded to know if she'd had any dinner. The girl, who was in a hurry, said she had not, and, to her greater surprise, was gifted with a basket of meatrolls. The woman began to explain sadly that she wished she'd been able to spend more time with Lenia as a youth, but the girl was running out of time, she thought! Her lizards could have already Hatched and flown away
Finally, she was rid of the woman and had raced to the beach, seeing the eggs wobbling violently. One egg cracked open first, the smaller of the two just as Lenia came to a breathless stop next to the little nest she'd made for them. It was a brown, to her surprise. The egg that had held it was massive, but she'd been told by K'tan no less that it was ridiculously difficult to discern what was held in a firelizard egg, rather than an actual dragon clutch. Still, what did that matter to her?! As quick as she could, she scooped up the creeling and shrieking flitter up into her arms and stuffed his mouth full of meat she'd ripped from a meatroll. Thank Faranath for her mother!
It was a race to keep feeding the little brown as he was voracious, but Lenia managed to stay one piece of meat a head of him. She was almost too distracted by her Impression of the little man to realize that the other egg was just about to Hatch itself! Why it had taken so long was a mystery to Lenia, but it burst open all the same. And...what that? What was wrong with her? Was she...ill? Her coloration was so unusual that Lenia and the little..silverish looking flit stared at each other for a long time, the latter hissing in her hunger. Her perplexity grew, observing the odd, deep purple stripes across her face and down her tail. Just as this unusually colored flit was about to take off and fly itself away, Lenia scooped it over to her and, like she had with the brown, stuffed its face full.
She fed the two starving little lizards until they finally fell asleep in her arms. Lenia wasn't sure what to make of the oddly colored little silver and pupple one and couldn't discern its sex. Oh, well, it was a nice big flit and very attractive. With both firelizards safely asleep in her arms, Lenia boldly reentered the Hold. Instead of receiving the gasps of awe and envy she'd been expecting, a man whom she didn't know grabbed her by the arm, saying "SARCH GARL, SARCH!"
What the shards did that mean? Before she could ask, she was hauled in front of both a bronze and blue rider. Both dragons looked her over, as did their riders. The blue muttered something to the bronze and they both nodded.
"So, girl, would you and your fire lizards like to Stand for gold Nayarath's Clutch at Nyocia Weyr?" Said the bronze, even though he'd been told quite frankly by his dragon that this girl would have no aptitude for being a queen rider...Still he thought to give her a chance..."There's supposed to be a gold Egg on the Sands, as well," He added as a hasty after thought to ease the sentiments of Sea Holders not wanting their daughters to Stand for just any old Hatching.
But her parents weren't around and she didn't care about the opinions of the crechwomen. Lenia had briefly thought to say goodbye to K'tan, but she figured that'd he'd out with his dragon somewhere...So instead she was hauled onto the blue's neck in front of his rider and off they went /between/. The girl hoped fervently that the horrible cold of /between/ wouldn't rattle the newly Hatched lizards, and it did not.
It seemed as though the riders were a little late in coming for Lenia, as, by the time they got there, the Hatching was already underway. Lenia was thrust into white robes and escorted onto the Sands almost unnoticed so late in the game. Instead of joining the girl line, Lenia made her way to the males, but kept towards the back. The girl was not at all expecting to Impress, seeing as she hadn't even been able to Touch the Eggs, something which K'tal had said was entirely necessary.
Only a few more Eggs had been left on the Sands when, suddenly, she'd been thrown to the ground and trampled upon. Long gashes from the dragonet's talons were raked on her arms and her two infant fire lizards screeched in outrage and protest. Oh, this was not good. She tried to order them away from the Sands, but couldn't immediately get up. Lenia, stunned and in pain from the trampling was trying to not only access her injuries but calm her raging fire lizards. She did, but only just...it would seem that Standing so early after she'd Impressed that lot was a very bad idea. Just as she made it to her feet something very large and very brown had bounded in front of her.
Ah, there you are! Odith has been searching. And Impression was made so instantaneously, so irreversibly, so indescribably that all Lenia in all her quips and ill-humor could do was stare, awestruck into the browns face. Around her, her fire lizards, wakeful in Lenia's state of extreme excitement, flurried around the new pair.
Somehow, and the memory was vague to the young woman, she managed to guide herself, her brown Odith, and her two baby flitters off the Sands of Nyocia's Hatching Grounds.
Pets:
Type and Color: Barred Firelizard Pokey
Age: Hatchling, about a sevenday
Description: Pokey is a round and plump little barred, although these could actually be muscle mass. She seems exceedingly small for her size, despite the fact that she Hatched from a very large egg. Her wings are rather short, as well, and it doesn't look like this girl will ever be one to have long mating flights. Then again, she's still just an infant by flitter terms, so perhaps..
Her hide is a rather deep and dull shade of silver that makes her almost look like she was cut from an unusually colored bit of the precious mineral then covered with a thick layer of dirt for Turns. Other than her somewhat 'dusty' appearance, Pokey takes the typical, albeit dark, purple stripes that any other barred would possess.
Personality This firelizard is spunky and has mounds of energy for a creature appearing to be so fat. Although she does occupy most of her time sleeping as of right now, she will have much more energy to her in the future and will hardly sleep at all once she's mature. It takes hours and hours of play with this little firelizard to get her tired out, but it's possible. Always on the move, Pokey enjoys making friends with other flitters. It doesn't even seem like, as of yet, that she'll take any male color preference and will simply enjoy the thrill of exercise on long mating flights. Yes, do expect them to be long and weary.
Type and Color: Brown Flit Dusk
Age: Hatchling, about a sevenday
Description Dusk is a very large brown flit and even in his youth looks to be already bigger than some small fully matured greens. He'll probably be just as big as a good sized tan when he's matured, but that may or may not happen. He might just be a freakishly large baby and settle into a happy medium between general brown sizes.
His hide varies between an extremely dark chocolate shade of brown and a much lighter one all over his body that has inspired his name. The colors fade between each other so nicely that it almost does look like a rather brooding darkness is falling over his big body.
Personality: Perhaps Dusk was an excellent name for this little guy for he always seems to be in a bad mood. Except to his Bonded, he hisses and snaps at just about everyone, including other firelizards. He detests large crowds of people and noise, preferring the solitude of empty weyrs and barracks. He seems to hate heat as well, making Nyocia one place that he truly doesn't like in general, despite the fact that his bonded and his 'big brother' Odith happily live there. He is normally found, when he is not glowering at someone from between Lenia's locks of hair, in the Weyr's cold room.
Other: N/A
-If a Rider:
Dragon Name and Color: Brown Odith
Name Origin: Odin, god of Inspiration
Dragon Age: Hatchling
Dragon Appearance: A very average Brown, there is little special about Odith’s color or size. He is just over 34 meters in length and well-proportioned. The shade of his hide is a plain brown with no markings or variations in shade. There is a slight droop to Odith’s stance, as though he is always sort of tired
Dragon Personality: Despite his dull appearance, Odith is always very alert and almost excessively attentive to what is going on around him. Although he isn’t much for questions, Odith does like to comment on things and usually leaves his words open for more explanation from others on what they could really be. Although not any more agile than the average Brown, Odith’s attentiveness can help him get ahead of the game in Flights and when fighting Thread.
Color Code: 603311
Password: Needlethorn
Age: 17 Turns
Rank: Brown Weyrling
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Homosexual
Appearance:
Lenia has a sharp, aggressive looking face that screams superiority and self-assurance. Everything about her facial features seem to be sharp and angular, almost having a avian type predatory appearance. Her nose is long and slightly hooked, pointed over her mouth. Her unusually blue eyes look like they're able to pierce through anything. Her eyes are much to be envied despite the fierceness of Lenia's gaze. Every female in her family possesses a pair deep blue eyes and the gene did not skip her, despite the fact that her father's own eyes are quite black. Lenia's black hair falls shortly to the middle of her neck in long tendrils that seem to clump together to form 'fangs' hanging from her head.
Adding to the ferocity of her face is her height as she stands much taller than either her father or mother. She towers over some females her age and it appears that she's growing some. However, she's not very 'womanly' at all. Her figures has almost no curves to it all in spite of the fact that her mother was quite voluptuous. Not that it matters to Lenia, of course. If appearing 'manly' helps her catch the eye of another girl, then she's all for it. In fact, the young woman is known for dressing in attire that isn't made for women. Trousers, tunics cut for men, even men underthings often adorn her body. And of course, her color scheme is generally masculine as well, with deep blues, browns, and brasses.
Personality:
Lenia is stubborn, brash, and hot-headed. She rarely will listen to what someone of a higher authority tells her in respects to completing a task or doing some kind of work. The girl has almost a complete disregard to rank and status of any kind except when it comes to the dragonriders. She acknowledges that if someone had a strong enough personality to Impress to a bronze or gold, then they must certainly command respect and obedience. To anyone lesser than a brownrider, she'll either completely ignore or give the smallest of fake smiles and then pretend to go do what they've asked. However, she will occasionally listen to any rider whose older than 30ish Turns. In that, she's still at least kind of respectful to her father.
In spite of the fact that she's a rather rebellious, disobedient child, she's a hard worker and extremely determined and diligent. Any task that she actually sets herself to herself or is forced to do by someone who can actually control her or bend her to their will is accomplished promptly and with great effort. Rarely will she perform badly at any task given to her no matter how upset she was at being put to the job. In fact, she's usually so consistent and precise with her work that it surprises those around her that attribute her unwillingness to take orders as a sign that she's incompetent. No, for all her bad manners and onerousness, she's dependable once once actually can get her to work.
Of course, her very determined spirit makes it possible for her to literally do or become anything she wants. Once she focuses on a goal, she becomes persistent and dutiful to the cause. Unfortunately, thus far all of her 'causes' have been selfish and have only aided her in gaining strictly for herself. It would be difficult, but it is possible to not only change her attitude towards something constructive, which can be something that is quite sought after, but to make her more of a team player and an asset to the Weyr.
Her brashness and boldness makes her quite unpopular with most of her peers as she speaks her mind as she sees fit and argues for the sake of arguing. She's got very few friends and those who are her acquaintances can't take her in large dosages. However, if one was to break past her contriteness and quarreling attitude, they'd find a loyal and true companion for themselves. Lenia, if she had friends, would be resolutely on their side, right or wrong, good or bad, fair weather or stormy skies. She's also got a surprisingly good sense of humor and, though her wit comprises of quick quips and cunning sarcasm, can indeed take a joke. Lenia isn't the best to try and get along in the work room, but she can be a staunch ally.
History:
Lenia was born to two Weavers in a small Hold far to the North of Nyocia Weyr. While it was not of course, on the Northern Continent, it was just shy of it: It was a seafaring place on a peninsula that nearly shared a tip with the Northern Continent. Her parents were one of the few in the tiny Sea Hold with any type of rank. Her father was a Master Weaver, responsible for creating and inspecting each and every sail, net, and piece of rope fitting that would ever be put onto one of the Sea Hold's small fleet of boats (and by small, it means two or three active ships at any one time...). Her mother was a journeywoman of the same job. Despite the fact that there were only a number of boats that they were in charge of, the two rarely seemed to have time for their daughter.
Thus, she was allowed to grow wild and rambunctious. The Hold did have a small crech, but Lenia almost never found herself in it as a youth. No, she would go scampering off on her own, much to the dismay of the crechworkers who always seemed to have their hands full with the lass, not that they didn't already; the small Sea Hold seemed to have a rather unusual amount of youths....
The only person who seemed to have any control over the young woman at all was the old bronze watchrider. He had chosen to live at the quiet and peaceful Hold after Ista Weyr had been disbanded. He knew of Nyocia, of course, but the life of a youthful dragonrider was just too much for him in his old age. Still, he liked the company of youngsters and the small Sea Hold had plenty of them who would sit around him and listen to the wild, and mostly made up, stories he had about his days as a true dragonrider. Lenia was no exception.
The one place she could be found, without a doubt, was with old bronzerider K'tan and his Hirisaserath (haha long name!). K'tan could persuade the girl to do just about anything with his deep voice and commanding presence; the man was quite something to listen to, even though the young girl had a feeling that he wasn't always entirely truthful with his words. It was he who got the girl to attend, as she should, the lessons with the Hold's harper and to listen to the crechwomen a bit more (even though she mostly did not). She learned, from his commands, that she absolutely hated the 'classroom' setting that the harper taught them in and despised learning about music. Yes, it was nice to listen to but she simply did not have the patience for it.
What she did want to do was experience the thrill of dragonriding that K'tan so often told her about. She had actually become extremely jealous of the old man as her Turns became longer. The thing that she wanted to do most in the world was across the universe, practically! Lenia had heard of the harper talking about this wonderful place called Nyocia! It was a real Weyr, like the one K'tan used to live at! Oh, if only she could get there! Maybe she could ride a dragon someday herself.
As her time progressed at the Hold she became increasingly dissatisfied with her life, knowing that just a short dragon ride a way was a chance that she, too, could join the ranks of the dragonmen. And perhaps she had the luck to do so! One day, when she escaped her daily chores (for she was, at sixteen Turns, well into her apprenticeship to the Tanner Craft), she discovered the most wonderful thing: A fire lizard clutch! And a large one at that. But she wasn't at all interested in sharing her discovery with the Hold, where they would surely take up all the eggs and not give Lenia, the girl who had discovered them after all, a single one.
No, what she did was take two of the larger eggs and seperated them from the rest of the Clutch. She had to be on the lookout for the Clutchmother, of course, who would be in a terrible wrath to see a human disturbing the hardening eggs of her babes. Luckily, the queen flitter was not to be found and Lenia was able to rebury the two eggs in a warm patch of sand far from the terrors of the tides and, hopefully, where any tunnel snake or wherrie would look.
It did take longer than the impatient Lenia wanted to wait, but finally, she noticed that the eggs were so much harder than they had been when she'd first discovered them. She supposed, though she had no expertise on the subject, that they would Hatch soon. Lenia's rebelliousness came to a climax as she would, hourly it seemed, run off from her tasks to check the eggs on the beach about a kilometer from the Hold. Needless to say, she's a fast runner.
It was almost by pure luck that Lenia arrived just to see the two fire lizards break shell. She had, of course, ditched some duty or another, but had been stopped by her mother, of all people, who demanded to know if she'd had any dinner. The girl, who was in a hurry, said she had not, and, to her greater surprise, was gifted with a basket of meatrolls. The woman began to explain sadly that she wished she'd been able to spend more time with Lenia as a youth, but the girl was running out of time, she thought! Her lizards could have already Hatched and flown away
Finally, she was rid of the woman and had raced to the beach, seeing the eggs wobbling violently. One egg cracked open first, the smaller of the two just as Lenia came to a breathless stop next to the little nest she'd made for them. It was a brown, to her surprise. The egg that had held it was massive, but she'd been told by K'tan no less that it was ridiculously difficult to discern what was held in a firelizard egg, rather than an actual dragon clutch. Still, what did that matter to her?! As quick as she could, she scooped up the creeling and shrieking flitter up into her arms and stuffed his mouth full of meat she'd ripped from a meatroll. Thank Faranath for her mother!
It was a race to keep feeding the little brown as he was voracious, but Lenia managed to stay one piece of meat a head of him. She was almost too distracted by her Impression of the little man to realize that the other egg was just about to Hatch itself! Why it had taken so long was a mystery to Lenia, but it burst open all the same. And...what that? What was wrong with her? Was she...ill? Her coloration was so unusual that Lenia and the little..silverish looking flit stared at each other for a long time, the latter hissing in her hunger. Her perplexity grew, observing the odd, deep purple stripes across her face and down her tail. Just as this unusually colored flit was about to take off and fly itself away, Lenia scooped it over to her and, like she had with the brown, stuffed its face full.
She fed the two starving little lizards until they finally fell asleep in her arms. Lenia wasn't sure what to make of the oddly colored little silver and pupple one and couldn't discern its sex. Oh, well, it was a nice big flit and very attractive. With both firelizards safely asleep in her arms, Lenia boldly reentered the Hold. Instead of receiving the gasps of awe and envy she'd been expecting, a man whom she didn't know grabbed her by the arm, saying "SARCH GARL, SARCH!"
What the shards did that mean? Before she could ask, she was hauled in front of both a bronze and blue rider. Both dragons looked her over, as did their riders. The blue muttered something to the bronze and they both nodded.
"So, girl, would you and your fire lizards like to Stand for gold Nayarath's Clutch at Nyocia Weyr?" Said the bronze, even though he'd been told quite frankly by his dragon that this girl would have no aptitude for being a queen rider...Still he thought to give her a chance..."There's supposed to be a gold Egg on the Sands, as well," He added as a hasty after thought to ease the sentiments of Sea Holders not wanting their daughters to Stand for just any old Hatching.
But her parents weren't around and she didn't care about the opinions of the crechwomen. Lenia had briefly thought to say goodbye to K'tan, but she figured that'd he'd out with his dragon somewhere...So instead she was hauled onto the blue's neck in front of his rider and off they went /between/. The girl hoped fervently that the horrible cold of /between/ wouldn't rattle the newly Hatched lizards, and it did not.
It seemed as though the riders were a little late in coming for Lenia, as, by the time they got there, the Hatching was already underway. Lenia was thrust into white robes and escorted onto the Sands almost unnoticed so late in the game. Instead of joining the girl line, Lenia made her way to the males, but kept towards the back. The girl was not at all expecting to Impress, seeing as she hadn't even been able to Touch the Eggs, something which K'tal had said was entirely necessary.
Only a few more Eggs had been left on the Sands when, suddenly, she'd been thrown to the ground and trampled upon. Long gashes from the dragonet's talons were raked on her arms and her two infant fire lizards screeched in outrage and protest. Oh, this was not good. She tried to order them away from the Sands, but couldn't immediately get up. Lenia, stunned and in pain from the trampling was trying to not only access her injuries but calm her raging fire lizards. She did, but only just...it would seem that Standing so early after she'd Impressed that lot was a very bad idea. Just as she made it to her feet something very large and very brown had bounded in front of her.
Ah, there you are! Odith has been searching. And Impression was made so instantaneously, so irreversibly, so indescribably that all Lenia in all her quips and ill-humor could do was stare, awestruck into the browns face. Around her, her fire lizards, wakeful in Lenia's state of extreme excitement, flurried around the new pair.
Somehow, and the memory was vague to the young woman, she managed to guide herself, her brown Odith, and her two baby flitters off the Sands of Nyocia's Hatching Grounds.
Pets:
Type and Color: Barred Firelizard Pokey
Age: Hatchling, about a sevenday
Description: Pokey is a round and plump little barred, although these could actually be muscle mass. She seems exceedingly small for her size, despite the fact that she Hatched from a very large egg. Her wings are rather short, as well, and it doesn't look like this girl will ever be one to have long mating flights. Then again, she's still just an infant by flitter terms, so perhaps..
Her hide is a rather deep and dull shade of silver that makes her almost look like she was cut from an unusually colored bit of the precious mineral then covered with a thick layer of dirt for Turns. Other than her somewhat 'dusty' appearance, Pokey takes the typical, albeit dark, purple stripes that any other barred would possess.
Personality This firelizard is spunky and has mounds of energy for a creature appearing to be so fat. Although she does occupy most of her time sleeping as of right now, she will have much more energy to her in the future and will hardly sleep at all once she's mature. It takes hours and hours of play with this little firelizard to get her tired out, but it's possible. Always on the move, Pokey enjoys making friends with other flitters. It doesn't even seem like, as of yet, that she'll take any male color preference and will simply enjoy the thrill of exercise on long mating flights. Yes, do expect them to be long and weary.
Type and Color: Brown Flit Dusk
Age: Hatchling, about a sevenday
Description Dusk is a very large brown flit and even in his youth looks to be already bigger than some small fully matured greens. He'll probably be just as big as a good sized tan when he's matured, but that may or may not happen. He might just be a freakishly large baby and settle into a happy medium between general brown sizes.
His hide varies between an extremely dark chocolate shade of brown and a much lighter one all over his body that has inspired his name. The colors fade between each other so nicely that it almost does look like a rather brooding darkness is falling over his big body.
Personality: Perhaps Dusk was an excellent name for this little guy for he always seems to be in a bad mood. Except to his Bonded, he hisses and snaps at just about everyone, including other firelizards. He detests large crowds of people and noise, preferring the solitude of empty weyrs and barracks. He seems to hate heat as well, making Nyocia one place that he truly doesn't like in general, despite the fact that his bonded and his 'big brother' Odith happily live there. He is normally found, when he is not glowering at someone from between Lenia's locks of hair, in the Weyr's cold room.
Other: N/A
-If a Rider:
Dragon Name and Color: Brown Odith
Name Origin: Odin, god of Inspiration
Dragon Age: Hatchling
Dragon Appearance: A very average Brown, there is little special about Odith’s color or size. He is just over 34 meters in length and well-proportioned. The shade of his hide is a plain brown with no markings or variations in shade. There is a slight droop to Odith’s stance, as though he is always sort of tired
Dragon Personality: Despite his dull appearance, Odith is always very alert and almost excessively attentive to what is going on around him. Although he isn’t much for questions, Odith does like to comment on things and usually leaves his words open for more explanation from others on what they could really be. Although not any more agile than the average Brown, Odith’s attentiveness can help him get ahead of the game in Flights and when fighting Thread.
Color Code: 603311
Password: Needlethorn
