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 Posted: Thu Dec 16, 2010 8:15 pm
Here are the profiles from the first clutch of Yokaith, sired by Tsareth.
The theme was Moderation.
Enjoy!
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Posted: Thu Dec 16, 2010 8:17 pm
 The Hydrangea Egg
Impressee: M'cai/Mortificai (Micarst)
Hatchling Name:
Zaporeth
Hex Code: #CD7F32
Final Size: 37.0 dragonfeet
Hatchling Description:
This bronze leans towards the orangey-yellow end of his color's spectrum. He seems to glow, as if he were lit from within by a fiercely burning fire. As if continuing the metaphor, his eyes are unusually bright - as if they, too, were a window to an inner flame. Though there are several tones to his hide they blend smoothly, without a blemish or mark in sight. His color becomes steadily orange-er on his extremities: the tips of his wings, his feet, his tail, his head, though the transition is so subtle that you aren't likely to notice it unless you take a step back to look at the big picture. And there is a big picture to view: The Confidence Bronze is huge. He is easily as big as a small queen hatchling. He's on the bulky side, but not so much as to be out of proportion with the rest of his lithe physique: he's certainly not as well muscled as his brown brother, though he seems more assertive.
He moves easily, his land stride akin to the strut belonging to a creature that possesses extreme and utter surety. He possesses the lithe grace of his dam Yokaith, coupled with the masculinity and largesse of his sire, Tsareth. His size is not a problem when it comes to his maneuvering, being long of the tail and sleek in the air. His proportions tend more to the lean, almost lanky side, though his sheer size keeps him from being awkward in appearance. All in all, he looks, and moves, like a feline from the warm continent - a graceful predator.
Personality: Zaporeth possesses a singular trait that stands out from all of his others: his supreme and complete confidence. This bronze is incapable of not believing in himself; indeed, his confidence knows no bounds. There is no social situation that this dragon cannot handle, being so sure of his ability to amaze and attract. There isn't a single feat that he won't try in the air if challenged, and mostly he will pull them all off - mentality is a powerful thing. His confidence, at times, can border on sheer arrogance and he will come across as a cocky individual to many, dragons and people alike. Nevertheless he will be surrounded by a circle of 'friends' and 'admirers', as creatures like him often are. His utter aplomb will act like a magnet to those around him.
Zaporeth may be sure of himself, but he is not on the smart end of the intelligence scale. He isn't a stupid dragon, and he is adept at wing patterns and foretelling the weather, but neither is he particularly intelligent or intuitive. His 'rider is the only other being whose emotions he will be able to read accurately, probably due to his direct line into M'cai's brain. As for others . . Well, he may get it right, and he may not. His confidence is tinged with brashness, with insistence, and these qualities may at times drive others over the edge. Will he notice it? No, for he's too firm of a believer in his own magnificence.
This bronze may come off as totally arrogant, but in truth, he's a rather nice creature. He likes to please others, and is up for any sort of adventure. He's brave, braver than any other dragon within the Weyr (save for perhaps golds - but their bravery comes from the assurance of simply being gold), and would risk life and limb in any given situation. At times he's overenthusiastic about it, barging into situations in which he isn't quite wanted. Still, his kindheartedness and courage can be more endearing than aggravating.
When it comes to flights, Zaporeth will chase, and win many of them. His prowess in the air is unmatched in any of the males, though some of the females could give him a run for grace and speed. He appreciates the challenge and will Rise to every flight he can.
Threadfall is a duty, and one carried out with enthusiasm. He views it as a chance to be superior, and will fly in the highest wings due to his ability to judge a pattern and note it's shifts. Threadfall is an equation he can easily put together, having a flair for leadership.
Zaporeth's bond with M'cai is a strange one. The bronze is always trying to push M'cai out into the open, and with Zaporeth being what he is, they will always receive attention. The bronze has the utmost love for His but is unable to puzzle out why His should be so shy and quiet, when His is perfect, like himself. The bronze will not like to share M'cai with anyone or anything, not able to understand how anything on Pern could be more important. Zaporeth could easily get pouty should M'cai find a love interest or a task that takes up his time.
Zaporeth is a dragon of many contradictions: arrogant but kind, friendly but superior, endearingly brave but lacking of emotional intuition. M'cai is his polar opposite. Hopefully, for the sake of Zaporeth's psyche, M'cai's personality will temper his own and the dragon will find balance. Surely, a beast so confident as to be arrogant would be unable to find what he really wants - which is the love of all. An unsatisfied Zaporeth is an unsatisfied Telgar; that is how ingrained in every activity he will be. It is up to M'cai to break his dragon of such cockiness, to show him that weakness can be a good thing, and to support his failings (which will be few and far between, but devastating) with undying love. There will be misery and heartache for both, but if properly handled, everything will turn out fine in the end.
Hatching Message: It was shortly after the Generous Brown's appearance that the Hydrangea Egg began to rock violently. It shook from one side to the other until finally falling onto it's side, rolling about as the creature within fought heartily to enter the world. It didn't take long for the shell to fall apart and big pieces of the blue hull flaked away to reveal . . the Confident Bronze. His hide was brighter than commonly seen bronze shades, akin to a piece of dark gold that had been put in the fire to melt - it's edges becoming orange in the heat.
Away from the mess he stepped, flicking away the remains that clung to his tail courtesy of the sticky fluid all over his body. He eyed the crowd of Candidates for only a moment before heading toward the main knot of them, brushing past his more timid clutchmate, utterly sure of himself. His was there; he knew it.
Public Impression Message: This bronze, moving with a swagger that was nearly comical at his current size, headed directly for the Candidate of his choosing. There was no indecision or fear in this hatchling's strut as he made his way past the tightly knitted knot of Candidates, his agitated eyes warning them to keep away. He was looking for the presence that he knew belonged to he Candidate he wanted - and finally he found him, a shy boy near the back with a hand on the necklace that he wore. His eyes began to change color and finally exploded into rainbows as the young boy looked deep into their facets; the first Impression was made.
Private Impression Message: Mortificai's mind was being invaded, none too subtly. The feeling of intrusion into one's most private thoughts should have been frightening, but it wasn't - for it was only a bronze hatchling, and he took the time to reassure his newfound partner after so insistently barging into his mind. It's only me, M'caimine! It's only your Zaporeth! I knew I would find you if I just kept going. Why were you in the back? We should always be in the front. The voice of the dragonet was supremely confident, eager to get going. He knew he wouldn't be turned down.
Mind Voice: The Confidence Bronze's voice is reminiscent of mighty, tall trees, of wings spread wide and touching the entire sky all at once, of a superior predator on the hunt. It is a vast voice, encompassing the mind with completeness and no tinge of insecurity whatsoever. His voice carries more inflection than most draconic - shards, even human voices do as it fills every nook and cranny of consciousness. His speech is all-enveloping as his surety that no one would ever disregard it manifests itself.
Clutch Theme: Moderation
Confidence Vs. Arrogance - Author's Notes
I present to you a remix of Willow's Smith's hit, Whip My Hair.
It's called 'Whip My Tail' by Zaporeth.
I HOP UP OUT MY WEYR
TURN MY SWAGG ON
AINT NO SENSE LISTENIN TO DEM HATERS CUZ WE WHIP EM OFF
AND WE AINT DOIN' NOTHIN' WRONG
SO DON'T TELL ME NOTHIN', I'M JUST TRYIN' TO HAVE FUN
SO KEEP THE WEYRBOWL JUMPIN'
SO WHATS UP (YEEAA)
AND I'LL BE DOIN' WHAT I DO
WE TURN OUR BACK
AND WE WALK OVER AND JUST SHAKE 'EM OFF
JUST SHAKE 'EM OFF, SHAKE 'EM OFF, SHAKE 'EM OFF
DON'T LET HATERS KEEP ME OUT MY WING
KEEP MY HEAD UP, I KNOW I'LL BE SEEN
KEEP FIGHTING UNTIL I GET THERE
WHEN I'M DOWN AND I FEEL LIKE GIVING UP
I WHIP MY TAIL BACK AND FORTH
I WHIP MY TAIL BACK AND FORTH (WHIP IT) x 584938905444
I'M GOING TO GET MORE SHINE THAN A LITTLE BIT
WHEN I HIT THE SKY, APPLAUSE I'M HEARIN' IT
WHETHER IT'S GOLD GIRLS OR GREEN GIRLS I'M FEELIN' IT
NO OTHER CAN DO IT LIKE I DOOO
YEAH, I GETS IT IN, HMM YEAH, I GO HARD
WHEN THEY SEE ME FLY UP, I WHIP IT REAL HARD
I WHIP IT REAL HARD, REAL HARD
DON'T LET HATERS KEEP ME OUT MY WING
KEEP MY HEAD UP, I KNOW I'LL BE SEEN
KEEP FIGHTING UNTIL I GET THERE
WHEN I'M DOWN AND I FEEL LIKE GIVING UP
I WHIP MY TAIL BACK AND FORTH
I WHIP MY TAIL BACK AND FORTH (WHIP IT) x 584938905444
DRAGONS IF YOU FEEL ME COME ON
DO IT DO IT WHIP YO' TAAIILL
WHIP YO' TAAIILL
DON'T MATTER IF IT'S LONG, SHORT
DO IT DO IT WHIP YO' TAAAILLLL
I WHIP MY TAIL BACK AND FORTH
Really, that explains it all. I also felt compelled to use the word "SWAGG" in his profile somewhere, but I relented and said 'swagger' instead.
Impressing Zaporeth to M'cai just seemed too good to pass up. I mean, for real - they're polar opposites! It's a great setup for character development, and you all know how much I love character development. It's like the popular guy falling for the nerd (no offense, Mic), and I just adored the concept. In fact, ICly, M'cai may have a better time of tempering his dragon's overconfidence because he's so much the opposite. It would be natural to him, and hopefully rub off on Zaporeth (though, would he have the willpower to continue when his dragon is miserable as his first instinct is squashed?)
Because he is the popular guy. He's attractive, outgoing, confident, active, and he even has his own remix! (lolol) But we all know how the stereotypical popular guy can go down the wrong road . .
All in all, I'm interested to see how this turns out. biggrin Good luck, Mic!
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Stark Raveling Mad Vice Captain
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Stark Raveling Mad Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu Dec 16, 2010 8:19 pm
 The Gladiolus Egg
Impressee: D'gan/Diligan (Gypsy Vattna)
Hatchling Name:
Orideth
Hex Code: #662200
Final Size: 30.1 dragonfeet
Hatchling Description: This dragon's hide is one of the more simplistic ones, not having the same kinds of contrast or complicated coloring as his clutchmates' hides. It is an all over rich, deep brown, with an even slightly darker coloring where his wings connect to his torso. His maw also sports some of the darker shade, as well as his forelegs. The ridges along his body are more of a reddish-brown color, providing a refreshing change from the dark hide.
He is a well proportioned dragon even upon hatching, his wingspan easily wide enough to carry a thoroughly muscled body - for that's what his body will grow to be as it reaches full maturity. His muscle tone will be something to envy as it becomes apparent in his wide, strong chest and in his haunches. Even his forelimbs will appear thick, much like the forearms of a strong man. He is the vision of power once grown, reminiscent of herdbeasts that can plow all day without tiring.
His motions are not graceful but nor are they ugly. Such a finely grown beast will move well, in a manner often betraying his brute strength. His stride on land is lengthy, as his claws seem to dig into the earth and pull himself forward. He is built more for stamina and power rather than speed or agility, and will often be relegated to lower wings due to his slowness to maneuver in the air. One advantage his strength lends him, however, is the ability to fly a full Fall without reaching total exhaustion.
Personality: Orideth is blessed - or perhaps cursed - with a singular trait that stands out from all the others he possesses: his generosity. He is a giving dragon, with an essence of purity often unseen in other creatures. There is no ulterior motive to his giving; he does not give to receive, nor does it ever cross his mind to expect anything in return. His extreme generosity borders on exploitability, for Orideth is not familiar with the concept of saying 'no'. Whether it's the fattest herdbeast, the proddy green, or the finely crafted harness, the dragon will give it up without a thought. He is content to go without if going without means that another was able to go with. The fact that he is strong makes him all the more vulnerable to being used, as he is ideal for hard, menial labor that may be beyond the ability of herdbeasts but commonly seen as below dragons. Being Impressed to Diligan could only make this worse, as the Healer has made it evident that he, too, can be generous.
Orideth will have little luck in flights, due to his very nature. He will chase, for he cannot deny the instinct, but to win he would have to be chosen by the female rather than catching her of his own volition. He is simply too selfless and would rather the other males have a chance: because Orideth, if his personality would let him, could easily catch any green that rose. He can fly for hours without strain, with incredible stamina and endurance though manueverability isn't his strength. Once he builds momentum his speed is quite formidable, and nothing short of the Weyrbowl's wall could bring him to an abrupt stop. As the dragon grows and begins to realize his ability (superior to all other browns, equal to that of bronzes) it will be the cause of much pride, however quietly expressed. He will push himself, eager for more muscle and more stamina.
Threadfall is an adventure for the brown. Being stuck in the lower wings isn't a problem for Orideth's phsyche. His eyesight is keen, sharper than that of most, and he can spot a missed clump from yards away. Several tracts of Pernese land will be saved due to his keen eyesight and skillful betweening. Will Orideth ever take the glory? No, his selfless persona would rather dole out credit to other Bonded pairs. The only time, in fact, when the dragon will display uncharacteristic selfishness is when he or His is sick, threadscored, or otherwise in pain. In those times Orideth's personality will take a massive turn for the worst, and the brown will become a snarling, raging creature that only D'gan or a gold could control. When Orideth is in such a volatile state it is best for other dragons to stay far, far away, for he will believe that they merely want something of him and this passive, kind creature could possibly become violent toward his peers.
His bond with the healer-become-'rider D'gan will be one of the strongest seen at Telgar. D'gan may have been the second choice, but he was the right choice for such a dragon. The fact that they are both well built and large provides for a pleasing aesthetic when seen together - and rarely will they be apart. In those rare occasions when they cannot be together Orideth will not hold a grudge, seeing D'gan's time and affection as another thing he is able to give, although not with the same sort of cheerfulness. Though both very masculine their love is something that neither of them will bother to disguise, not viewing it as shameful, awkward, or weak the way other pairs may.
When perfectly healthy and untaxed, Orideth will relish outdoor activities, no matter what the weather. A dip in the lake in the pouring rain sounds excellent any day of the year; a training activity outside of wing drills is a bonus. A fat herdbeast, an outdoor activity in one of Rukbat's warm rays, and a solid sleep afterward makes for a happy Orideth. The question is, will he ever get all three at the same time? His willingness to give rarely leads to draconic bliss, only mental contentment.
In the end, it will be up to D'gan to steer the brown in the proper direction. Will his generosity learn it's bounds, or will the brown be run down and exploited, only to see a bad end upon reaching his limits? It will be a hard job for his Bonded to check such a strong personality trait, the trait that seems to mold the many facets of Orideth's nature, and the reining in of which could make the brown nearly miserable at times. Hopefully, for Telgar's sake, the pair will learn that generosity is best . . in moderation.
Hatching Message: It is with a singular, resounding pop that the Gladiolus egg splits, the creature inside scrabbling at the two halves with his claws in an effort to remove his brightly colored obstacle. After a few moments of work the dragonet is revealed - a brown of a deeply rich shade. His ridges, a brighter red-brown, seem to stick out in contrast with his dark tones. Carefully he begins to flick egg-shell off of him, though it's a slow business as his hide is still sticky with fluids.
Once satisfied and unencumbered by shell, the creature moves forward, eyes whirling in a rhythmic circle, only to stop after a few steps from his shell. He casts his head about, from the direction of the stands to the young people on the Sands, as if in confusion, before finally settling. For some odd reason he seems to hang back, as if he wishes to give his clutchmates the first pick of the half-circle of potential life partners before him.
Public Impression Message: As the brown watched the candidate that would've been his lifemate had not the blue interfered he warbled gently. Everyone held their breath - would he between? He was the final hatchling left, all twenty-six of his fellows having formed a bond. His wedge-shaped head once again swung to the stands, and his cries intensified. His partner was there, but farther away - he could sense it. It was the feeling that he would soon find another His that kept him on Pern rather than flinging himself into the blackness as his instinct demanded. Indeed, it was almost overpowering . . until he found what he was looking for, the mind he had felt at first much earlier in the Hatching. His eyes, having been orange in distress and agitation, began to whirl in the telltale bright rainbow colors. People began to murmur, wondering whom the dragon had chosen, for he had not approached anyone left on the Sands. Few people noticed a very large man rising from the Stands, beginning to make his way out. He only drew their attention when he stepped onto the hot, shell scattered Sands. What was he doing? Didn't he know that Yokaith, the clutchmother, was likely to eat him alive? Someone cried an unheeded warning, and the crowd released a collective gasp as the lone brown dragonet began to stumble toward the man. The eyes of the human reached the eyes of the dragon, and Impression was made - a second rare Stands-Impression.
Private Impression Message: The sounds in Diligan's mind began as faint murmurs, quiet enough for the Healer to possibly wonder if he was imagining things. But no, the voice grew louder, more insistent, washing over him with a willingness to give that was startling. Reminiscent of a lavish gift opened by a blazing fire on a cold, winter's day, the voice persisted, calling to Diligan relentlessly. Mine? I know you are there . . I feel you. Where are you, Mine? Why are you not here with me? It was a piteous plea, edged in desperation. There was not long to act. D'ganmine, Orideth would give you everything you wanted, if you would come to me. D'GAN! The last cry was violent, anguished, the voice of a dragon close to between. He had lost one potential lifemate; he could not bear to lose another. He needed acknowledgement, and would not survive much longer without a bond being forged.
Mind Voice: The voice of the Generous dragon seems to wash over you in waves - one after the other, giving you the entire essence of what it is. It is so open, so utterly free for the taking, that the respondents of the voice often feel as if they are being presented a gift. This gift is lavish, full of rich undertones and expression.
Clutch Theme: Moderation
Generosity Vs. Overexploitation - Author's Notes
We're often told that one of the many virtues we could have is generosity. When, however, does generosity become exploitative? That's the question I attempted to ask with this dragon. Like all of the dragons in this clutch, poor Orideth possesses an extreme trait: utter generosity - willingness to give unseen often even in real life.
Orideth will give the harness off of his hide to a dragon-friend, provided that his 'rider lets him. His voice, especially, I tried to describe as being filled with his trait; it's handsome sound is like a gift to all that listens to it - symbolizing that he is willing to give up the very essence of himself should it be required.
The Gladiolus flower often symbolizes generosity and so I chose it for his egg.
Impressing Orideth to D'gan seemed like the perfect fit. Orideth has always been a big, hulking brown in my mind, and when D'gan came on the scene, my brain just screamed about how perfect the two would be for each other. A stands-Impression? Yes. But, hey, we set precedents here - such as Yokaith vs. Peleth. Blame it on Onie for keeping her best searchrider confined to the Weyr. This stands-Impression was the first one decided on, anyway.
In an effort to give more persona wiggle-room, so to speak, I attempted to display two extremes of Orideth and to hint at what could very possibly happen should he be used too much. It is up to the player whether this dragon is exploited in his life and ends up wandering down a terribly dark road, or whether he learns that all gifts are best given in moderation.
He was the first dragon written, so he was a bit of a guinea pig. I wrote them in hatching order, and though I tried to remain consistent with quality and technique, Orideth got the most attention. It was not, however, out of favoritism or anything of the sort. As a reward for being a guinea pig he got some special attention at the Hatching. -sniffle- Poor Ori!
Anyway! I'll wrap this up now.
Good luck, Vattna! I'm excited to see you play him! (Vay's going to be royally pissed, by the way - her favorite journeyman is gone, and he stole her healer-meets-dragon-in-stands thunder!)
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Posted: Thu Dec 16, 2010 8:20 pm
 The Alstoemeria Egg
Impressee: Terrila (Arika Susena)
Hatchling Name:
Prakath
Hex Code: #000044
Final Size: 26.3 dragonfeet
Hatchling Description:
The Loyalty Blue is easily the darkest of all the clutch. His hide has the faintest hint of a shade almost like purple. It darkens to a deep, navy blue on his belly and on his throat. The same color glides down from the top of the bones in his wings to the very edges of the wingsails. His right hind-foot is coated in the navy blue as well. The dark color underneath his throat flows up unbroken along the bottom of his jaw before it collides with the most striking feature on this dragon: an intense shade of blue makes a curious zig-zag pattern like a mask on his face. When he moves his head this pattern has an almost hypnotic effect, drawing the eye and holding its attention. Not the largest of blues, he nevertheless has an air of wiry strength and toughness that shows in the way he moves and holds himself. Though he is only a blue, he gives the impression that he could move the earth if properly motivated.
Personality: Prakath's strongest singular trait is his loyalty, something that is evident about him even in one's first meeting with him. It hangs about him like an aura, almost tangible in the way he interacts with others. Never will this dragon stray from someone deemed a friend (which is a hard title to receive from Prakath, being somewhat aloof and rather quiet), never will he make a permanent move from Telgar Weyr happily, never will his clutchmates be without his support. Terrila is his everything, and his loyalty to her exceeds that of most other bonds. He will never once reproach his 'rider or nag at her, or declare her less than perfect to anyone else. He certainly would have betweened had not the Generous Brown backed away, for there was never a second choice for this blue.
Prakath's extreme loyalty can be a good thing but often it will lead to blindness on the dragon's part. He cannot see, for example, how any other Weyrs are as good as Telgar. He will harbor the same grudges against the same people or dragons as his friends do, without personal cause. Looking at the other side of the situation is unfathomable to Prakath, as that would be a form of betrayal of those to which he has sworn to be true. After catching his first green he will be hard pressed to ever chase another - again, it would be seen as the betrayal of his mate to him.
Prakath possesses a fairly mathematical mind, rigid in structure. He is unique in the fact that he can actually add, and doesn't use vague quantitative terms like most dragons tend to do. He counts the herdbeasts before he hunts; he counts the dragons in his wing to make sure they're all in attendance; he counts the eggs on the sands. He delights in puzzling things out, especially if they have to do with numbers. He is exceedingly logical in that he won't believe something unless he can see it. Sadly, the stubbornness that prevents his looking at the other side of things can cloud his vision considerably. His logic, however, may eventually come to temper his blindness in these areas, provided he is guided appropriately by His.
Due to Prakath's reluctance to shake things about his life will have a certain routine, in which he is deeply rooted. It will be hard to shake him out of it, but that doesn't necessarily mean that this dragon isn't open to change. He doesn't mind change, so much as being untrue to his patterns. Terrila will have a hard time spurring this dragon to adventure, but he is able to be stirred, if only out of his faithfulness to her wishes.
Threadfall . . Prakath's traits shine during a Fall. He will always fly against Thread, even when sick or injured. His instincts, coupled with his sense of duty and devotion to Telgar, are too hard to ignore. No one, save for a senior Queen, will be able to stop him from flying Threadfall. His is quick to maneuver in the air and he flies with dogged determination until he reaches complete and total exhaustion - thus the inability to continue - and will fly with the middle wings. He will never leave a wingmate behind; that is to say, he's always alert for their distress and would never abandon his wing.
His bond with Terrila is a strong one. They will rarely be apart, for as a young hatchling Prakath simply cannot stand it. Only when he is asleep will Terrila be able to move away. Even as an adult dragon it will be difficult for him to be away from her, and when they are apart he will never leave her mind. As if to directly contradict his young behavior he will not sleep when she's gone, being unable to settle without her.
All in all, Prakath will need to be taught how to direct his ability to be so true onto the things that deserve it. Otherwise, he and his Bonded could very well become stuck in a rut, and despite Prakath's solidarity he would be terribly bored and frustrated in a rut. It is almost a paradox, the dragon's desire to change and yet to never betray at the same time. Terrila will have to help him moderate his extreme trait, or the entire Weyr will suffer for it.
Hatching Message: Long, deep cracks snapped and popped their way down the brown stripes of the Alstroemeria Egg, making jagged cuts in the pattern of the shell. Tapping noises can be heard from within, and now and then the very tip of a small snout pokes out from between the cracks. The surface of the egg moves in waves and humps, as if the hatchling were squirming and writhing about, turning in circles and stretching the shell out. The shell, so covered in cracks that its pattern was ruined beyond repair, finally split: revealing a blue hatchling. He was, surprisingly, on his feet already - as if in the act of standing up he had cracked his shell. Pieces of the egg littered the ground and covered his hide, but he took not the slightest interest in them. His eyes swerved unerringly in one direction alone.
Public Impression Message: The Loyal Blue, once free of his egg, was unswerving in his decision. He would have her, and her only. As the Generous Brown backed away, effectively saving the blue from betweening with his selflessness, the small hatchling looked up into Terrila's eyes. Finally, she was his, and his alone! He would never have chosen another. His eyes burst into rainbows of joy as Impression was made.
Private Impression Message: In Terrila's mind, there had never been another draconic presence. If she had been expecting the brown's voice she was given a surprise as the brown backed away and didn't make any sort of contact. It was the Loyal Blue that reached her, a tone of pure solidarity, infused with love and devotion. Terrilamine! I could never choose another! I will always be here. Your Prakath will never leave you, ever!
Mind Voice: As true and as unshakable as a sturdy, rooted tree is the mind voice of the Loyal Blue - reminiscent of a tree trunk in it's solidarity. It seems to come from a place beside you on the outside, often causing the unaccustomed to turn their heads looking for the source of speech. The voice will lack much inflection, but still retain enough to prevent a monotonous pitch. It is always present, also, even as a little hum in the back of your mind.
Clutch Theme: Moderation
Loyalty Vs. Blindness - Author's Notes
When does loyalty turn into something bordering on pure stubbornness, on inability to judge a situation correctly? That was the inspiration for Prakath. I admit that his personality was quite hard to write for me, as the question is kind of hard to convey in that format. The upside to that is Arika will have some more room to mold him in, which has been a hope of mine for all of the dragons. Prakath longs for excitement, he wants to have fun, but he doesn't quite know how to do so without feeling as if he's betraying something even as simple as his daily routine.
As with all the dragons, the flower his egg was based on represents the trait that will need to be moderated.
As far as the issue with Loyalty vs. Generosity over Terrila .. Well, that highlights both of them and their intense qualities. Granted, Generosity looked very much the victim there, but really, Loyalty would've suffered much more. He would've betweened. There never was another choice for him. Generosity had been confused all along, looking to the stands for D'gan and the candidates for Terrila. He would be fine; Prakath wouldn't have.
I have to confess . . I misspelled 'Terrila' like a hundred times in this profile. That was one of the things I needed to fix before releasing it. I didn't catch it until after I had sent out the private message, either, so Arika, I am deeply sorry for misspelling your character's name! lol.
I'm looking forward to watching Arika play a draconic Rainman (SHIA DIDN'T KNOW WHO RAINMAN WAS EITHER) with a stubborn streak. wink
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Stark Raveling Mad Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu Dec 16, 2010 8:21 pm
 The Amaranthus Egg
Impressee: Puck/Puckett (summonergirl001)
Hatchling Name:
Quirath
Hex Code: #3355AA
Final Size: 24.7 dragonfeet
Hatchling Description:
Three shades color the Persevering Blue's hide: a middling blue that is bright but not obnoxious, a soft white shade, and a very, very dark blue. The three work together in harmony, the whitish shade gliding smoothly along his underbelly and down his tail, the dark blue masking his face, his forepaws, his wings, and gliding down his spine to the tip of his tail. The dark shade threatens to overwhelm the other two, but doesn't quite pull it off. The blue is on the smallish side, though his face has strong bones and is rather handsome in a roguish way. He has a quirky tilt to his head, not precisely playful but certainly friendly.
Personality: Quirath is very possibly the most determined dragon Telgar Weyr (Pern) will ever see, evidenced by his methodical stomping of his shell - his first obstacle in life. His perseverance knows no bounds. Never will Quirath give up, no matter what the challenge. Sometimes the blue will fail, for he isn't the biggest or the strongest of dragons, nor even the smartest, but because of his great effort it will be a noble (if highly depressing for the dragon) failing. He is made up of pure heart, and will never stop trying.
Quirath's perseverance, while an admirable trait, can sometimes give way to sheer stubbornness. Simply put, the dragon will drive himself over the edge, and often. One of his biggest goals is to better himself, which will lead to extensive hours spent training. The blue desires more muscle and more stamina, and he will do drills even outside of wingtraining to master the art of Threadfighting (not grasping that only experience can fulfill that particular goal). In his effort to become stronger he will often push his limits and reap the physical consequences: pulled ligaments, strained wings, weakness from ignored hunger, and total physical exhaustion, though his mind will still be raring to go.
Quirath's determination and stubbornness don't stop at the physical level, however. Once he has an idea set in his brain he simply will not let it go, not for anything. If he wants to fly straight to the Southern continent without stopping, he will definitely try, and only experience will show him that it's impossible. However, what will his failure do? It will spur him to gain more stamina and endurance. It's a never ending cycle with Quirath. That's not to say that his excessive training won't pay off, however. After a few turns of maturity, in which he's constantly working to better his physique, he will be on par with a brown - almost. He is very much the Rocky Balboa of dragonkind.
Quirath's strange amount of pursuance aside, he is an all-around amiable dragon, being very friendly. He leans a bit toward the playful side, enjoying a romp in the lake or an air race with his clutchmates. While he desires to be the best, he can be persuaded to play or relax if other dragons are somehow involved. He adores company and is quite sweet, really. Quirath will make friends easily, even if some of the bronzes or larger browns view him as a bit of a sissy - only to be proved wrong as Quirath's muscle tone improves.
This blue's bond with His is a simplistic, loving bond. He loves Puck and Puck loves him, and neither of them will take much time to analyze it as anything deeper than that. Not to say that it isn't the profound love of a Bonded pair, that is, but it's merely a matter of course to both of them. Quirath's loyalty to his Puck is immense and anyone that harms or hurts Puck emotionally will see the dragon's wrath. He would never outright attack but that won't stop him from showing signs of aggression, hopefully enough to remove the tormentor from their vicinity. Quirath has no qualms about calling on a gold for help, either, when it comes to His.
Flights will be quite the affair for the dragon. He will attend most of them, flying until either he has caught or he nearly falls to the ground from exhaustion - no if's, and's, or but's. It can be quite an ordeal for Puck, who must stay conscious enough to order his dragon to land should he become too tired, for a fall from such heights would surely be devastating. It will be difficult for Puck at first, as Quirath isn't prone to just giving up, but the boy must find a way to overpower his dragon mentally and stick to his plan. Otherwise, Quirath could easily suffer. As their bond grows and Quirath matures, hopefully the dragon will come to terms with his limits. Until then, it will be up to Puck.
Quirath will be an adept Threadfighter after a few turns of flying against it, and will work his way up to the high wings - completing a goal of his.
Hatching Message: The Amaranthus Egg felt the stirring pressure of life within, and knew that the time was now. Its long struggle to reach the outside world, to make itself known and to be heard, was over. It was time! Its efforts had come to fruition! With quick eagerness the egg began to crack and chip. In surprisingly little time, a little clawed foot emerged - shooting outward, pushing and pulling at the surrounding shell. A moment later a tail made its own hole, followed by the hatchling's other three feet and then, with a final burst of effort, the shell fell open. The little blue that rolled to his feet was not the first to hatch, but he was certainly one of the more enthusiastic. As he raised his head to stare around, there was an unmistakable air of triumph to the way he held himself. He'd done it! However, despite his victory, he seemed to be disinclined to let the matter rest. Without haste, without malice, without anger, he calmly began to pound every last shred and shard of his shell that he could find into dust - showing absolutely no sign of stopping, and exercising great care not to miss a single piece. His eyes whirled happily as he went about his task, and he made soft little noises of pleasure and vindication. Ah... bliss. Nothing better than pounding the remains of your opponent into dust.
Public Impression Message: Methodically, the Persevering Blue looked around him at the now thin gathering of Candidates. He knew exactly where His was; he could feel him in his proximity - a harmless, amiable presence. The blue stepped out of his mess, flicking shell about with his tail as he moved. It was hard going, at first, as the young dragon learned how to orientate himself. At every fall he simply warbled in consternation and got back to his feet, slowly making his way toward the Candidate of his choice. A certain greenrider in the crowd cheered the loudest as the blue looked up at the boy, eyes flashing in a bright, swirling rainbow. His perseverance had paid off; he had Impressed!
Private Impression Message: In Puck's brain, there was triumph. It came suddenly and forcefully, reminiscent of someone pushing on a door only to have it open suddenly and fall through the threshold due to their momentum. But there it was, a presence sprawled in his mind, steadily infusing Puck's mental visage with love. I've finally found you! Puck's Quirath has made it, but it was hard to do! The shell never wanted to let me go. My hunger was too big for it, I think, so here I am. Will we get food now? Quirath STARVES. It was undeniable; the dragon was famished.
Mind Voice: The voice of Quirath is a voice that, despite all odds, will always reach His or whomever the dragon's object of conversation is. It is mildly high for a male dragon, but not so much as to be grating, filled with a singular determined fervor. When received, the consciousness feels as if the voice has tried and succeeded to break through the mind's barriers, and would go farther if necessary. It is reminiscent of a victory in some strange way; by speaking alone, the dragon has triumphed.
Clutch Theme: Moderation
Perseverance Vs. Stubbornness - Author's Notes
Quirath was a fun dragon to write. As I examined Puck, I realized that a dragon with perseverance would compliment him well. Quirath is also a fun, friendly beast - when he isn't driving himself into the ground - and I figured that he and Puck would be a good match.
As far as the honorific goes, Su can choose whatever she'd like, but I thought Puck would be cute. -is shot-
Quirath very much reminds me of Rocky Balboa, in the sense that he trains, and can take a beating and still get back up. Originally Orideth (the Generous Brown) had reminded me of Rocky but instead I gave the reference to Quirath; he seemed to deserve it much more, in my opinion.
I attempted to give his personality some wiggle room, providing the extreme but giving Puck a chance to temper it. However, Puck's personality is going to have to grow and the character is going to have to develop into a more determined individual, for only a mind like Quirath's could hold him back. (There, I've gone from talking about character development to forcing it!) Hopefully this will happen during Weyrlinghood, or Quirath's first flight could very well be disastrous. Unless Su wanted it that way. ;D
I can't wait to see how this turns out!
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