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Name: Donnath
Color: Blue
Final Size: 29.0
Impressee Name: Mari
Hex Color: #04307b

Egg Name/Image


Humility

Dragon Image



Hatching Message

Nearby, Humility's raging was sure to not go unnoticed. The egg turned over on its side as the dragon inside fought to get free. Would this one have a better omen than a green? The egg fought and writhed, cracks forming along the base. The large egg did not ever stop, unlike it sibling. Instead, through one of the brown circles, a large crack took form. The circle broke, splitting the egg up the side. Pressing himself against the ground, the Designer blue wiggled his way free, completely ignoring his former prison once he was released.

Hatchling Name

The Designer

Hatchling Description

The Designer blue is pretty big for his color, but his bone-structure sets him apart. He is thin-boned with elongated legs that make him taller than other dragons. His neck and tail are longer to help him maintain balance. His movements, even when young, are rushed. He doesn't stand still, moving with uncertainty due to his longer limbs that will eventually evolve into quick grace. His hide is very pale in color, but the pastel is marred. One of the darkest shades of blue forms a splash over most of the left half of his face, the same-side wing, and his front-left leg.

Public Impression Message

The Designer blue was starting to get worried. There was someone here, he just knew it! But every examination was met with failure on their parts. Too tall, too short, too round, too plain. They weren't perfect! Now agitated, he stalked to the next victim of his prying eye, standing on his back legs and peering carefully at the boy. No, no, no! Dropping back to where he could walk, the blue growled warningly, and the boy took a step far away. Too weak.

Suddenly, his head lifted and he scurried past the next two candidates, dismissing them without a second thought. He loped down the line, unsure of his footing, but stopping shortly before he got off balance enough to fall. His head darted around the few candidates near him, looking them over with scrutiny. Suddenly, the red anger in his eyes swirled a mix of greens and blues, a slight distaste of hunger remaining as he approached a girl with short, dark hair.

Private Impression Message

The blue with the odd markings stops in front of you, his eyes changing to a pleasant whirl. Suddenly, the air seems hard to breathe. It presses against the lungs, intense enough to cause a coughing fit. It is toxic for a moment, and you can almost swear that you're going to choke. The feeling becomes less intense after the first few seconds, and the smoke that fills your mouth takes on a slightly sweet taste. It's... nice, once the unpleasantness fades. The Designer blue has approached you, crooning gently as you finish reeling, as you become accustomed to his oneness with you. Marimine, your Donnath was starting to lose hope. All of them – they are not you. They are not perfect, darlingmine. Not like you at all!

Name and Inspiration

Donnath – From Madonna, the Italian term for an important woman or "my lady." Madonna is a term frequently associated with art, particularly paintings depicting Mary with an infant Jesus. Throughout history, Madonna's have been the most revered, most beautiful women in society.

Personality

Even from a young age, Donnath's odd behavior will be his defining feature. Incredibly judgmental, he sees everyone for their face value. Where others might be quiet about how others appear, Donnath has ideas. His ideas must be made known, and his victims must fall into order. His voice has a very condescending manner, as though his plans that involve the Weyr's appearance and other, lesser matters, were beyond the grasp of others. His slightly drawn out "darling" (which is what he calls everyone except his bonded on the rare occasion) will be widely known as one of the most venomous words in the Weyr. His mood can change rapidly, from vaguely complimentary to raging mad in a matter of seconds. His rages are short, thankfully, but the pain after can last a very long time. Donnath does not forget, and revenge in any manner is the sweetest thing. Stay on his good side and put up with his very demanding and over-the-top attitude. His dramatics and orders will be worth it to not have the dragon who knows a person's flaws turn his bad side to you.

As he grows older, moderation will remain a word barely known to the dragon. Maybe, when he was young, he would submit and keep his opinions quiet, but when the Weyrlingmaster no longer looms over him and he feels free, Donnath's voice will be well heard by everyone. He is bossy, rude, and completely uncaring about who he offends. His brutal honesty will be both a repellant and a draw. What will truly separate his friends from the pretenders will be the test of his rage. When someone defies him when someone insults him, or sometimes for no reason at all, he flies into a gigantic fit of anger. The matter will trouble him deeply. Sometimes, the only way to get rid of it completely is by enacting some sort of punishment on the offender. The punishments can be civil, like stealing a kill or participating in a Flight for a rival's weyrmate, or they can be some of the craziest plots Pern will ever see.

Donnath will never have many friends. He will have his circle, but the other dragons will either feel intimidated by his attitude or will look down on him for his emotional tendencies. His relationships will usually only go in one direction; once one of his wingmates decides whether they like Donnath or not, it will be hard to convince them otherwise. Either Donnath's personality is endearing or grating. Simple tolerance is not ever the answer, given his ability to push himself further in until either rejected or accepted. Donnath doesn't accept middle ground.

Donnath is not good at Threadfighting. He likes making fire; chewing firestone and making flames and smoke seem to excite him. But the overload of doing possibly his favorite single activity accompanied with the fast pace of fighting gets him distracted. If his bonded is stern and can get Donnath to accept that they're a team, then they might be able to squeak by without injury, but Donnath will never be a great fighter.

Flights are usually a matter of fun. Donnath participates often in the Flights; he enjoys going fast, but the extra energy he gains comes at a steep price. His movements become erratic, his thoughts jumbled. In his excitement, he may end up missing the green's move and overshooting, or guessing wrongly at her intentions and ending up very far off-course. As such, his bonded will have to deal with these headaches and a great many losses, though they hardly seem to rattle Donnath much at all.

Donnath's bonded is his closest friend and gossip buddy. Donnath can confide his snide remarks and scathing commentary to His, but his condescension never ceases. Donnath does think that his bonded is good enough and that they are equal partners, but it is a near-invisible line to see. He gives orders and expects them to be followed, no matter how outrageous the claim may be. The worst thing he can do to his partner is make them step beyond their moral grounds, which he is not above and will never see, no matter how hard they push to get him to.

Mind Voice

Donnath's voice is smoke, invading one's senses, filling the lungs. At first, his speech makes the body react negatively, discomfort growing around the chest just for a moment. Given Donnath's love for chatter, the listener grows used to it very quickly. When his emotions rise, the smoke grows thicker, tastes more like ash, but the moods are so fleeting, given his ability to hide it, that only the slightest after-taste remains soon after.

Inspiration(s)

Donnath is based off of the character Cruella De Vil from Disney's 101 Dalmatians. Cruella is a fashion designer, rich because of her impressive talent to create clothes. She has a certain affinity for fur and enough heartlessness to not care about the animals that get hurt on the way to making her clothes a reality. When she spots a dalmatian for the first time, Cruella knows that she must have a coat – no, a whole line of clothing – made from the spotted fur! Her devious plan unfolds as she begins buying little, spotted pups the moment she sees them from pet-stores and the like. Only, life isn't quite as fun without just a bit of revenge. And one of her former employees just-so-happens to have a lovely litter of fifteen.

Name: Lyratrath
Color: Green
Final Size: 24.6
Impressee Name: Kurta
Hex Color: #064c28

Egg Name/Image


Modesty

Dragon Image



Hatching Message

The Modesty egg moved slower than its counterparts. It twitched violently every now and then, as though the dragon inside bashed repeatedly on the side. The gray band and white star began to fracture and break with each oncoming attack. Most eyes were not on the plain egg; it did not draw quite the attention to itself that the other, more active eggs did. Nonetheless, it was the next to break forward, revealing the dragon's head first, ducked down and braced.

Hatchling Name

The Hunter

Hatchling Description

The Hunter green is already a large girl when she Hatches. She stands full and proud, her coloring the deep green that will allow her to hide in a forest. Her feet, eyeridges, and the back of her wings are a darker color; they are small, unassuming patches that could aid her if she ever needed to sneak upon her prey. Her face is more squared than other dragons, her muzzle just a little crooked from the norm. However, her size is probably the thing of most note. She is one of the larger greens; she will always be muscular and impressive. It slows her down considerably compared to others of her color, but it gives her a greater durability when it comes to anything physical.

Public Impression Message

Her eyes turned red. As the injured girl yelled, the green raced towards them, uttering low noises of warning. Between the girl's yells, the hum that continued to echo off the chamber, and the roar of voices in the stands talking about the recent fight, it was not loud enough to be heard by anyone. She neared the cluster rapidly, loping across the sands. The first person in her way was going to get it good. The girl stooped low to help the injured stand was the nearest offender. The Hunter green tough, sharp claws dragged diagonally down the length of Lenri's back, breaking the robes, skin, leaving quickly-made but deep caverns down the girl's back. The Healer, nearby, trying to coax her into a calm state, got a weaker, but still very angry swipe to his shins. She pushed them both away with a hiss, isolating the girl herself.

The green thrust her head at the hands that covered the girls face. Without warning, she bumped her head against the other's with enough force to leave her with a headache on top of all of that. She drew back enough to give her space to breathe, but remained close enough to still be a problem, staring at the covered, marked face.

Private Impression Message

Your face is marred by that damned blue, the feeling of blood hot against your skin as well as the awful embarrassment that this has happened to you. You hear cries of pain nearby that had once been voices of comfort – had they seen the mess your face was now in? They are gone from you, perhaps repelled by your new deformity, but someone is close, way too close for comfort. It's close to your face, then suddenly against your face as the inconsiderate jerk headbutts you, causing that much more intense pain. Suddenly, the world around you spins, and you'd be able to swear across every dimension, at the stake of your own life, that you were drunk. It lasts for no more than a minute, but the taste and stench of alcohol remains burned into your senses. What are you doing? Look at me! Mine, Kurta, Lyratrath will not stand for this! Look at me!

Name and Inspiration

Lyratrath – from lycanthrope, an word synonymous with werewolf. Werewolves appear to be human by the light of day, but when night falls and the full moon rises, they become ravenous beasts, eager to tear apart any animal or human that stands in their path. They are the ultimate hunters with heightened senses and strength, and their weaknesses are limited to one: silver.

Personality

Lyratrath is pretty sure that she owns the world. From the moment she Hatches, her head is lifted up high and she struts everywhere she walks. She is loud to everyone but not necessarily friendly. Lyratrath is okay – so long as the conversation can come back to her. She loves talking about herself, boasting her great achievements. While she is young, these boasts can be ever-so-simple as she find everything a delight. Lyratrath did not come with much knowledge, and so it can take her a while to solve a problem. Most of the time, if it can't be taken care of with brute force, the green is stumped. Even in her youth, she exhibits many of the qualities that mark her color. She is very emotional in rage. She does not ever despair or whine; those are not Lyratrath things to do. She gets mad, furious even. And she is prone to wrecking things when she is in those moods. She is also extremely flirty towards males; her unusual brutish charm guarantees that she will always have a following of male companions who view her as a refreshing change from the usual complications of females.

As she grows older, Lyratrath's vanity and ego will only grow. Her social capabilities are rather stunted, but she will seem to have a decent following. She is good at telling stories (that glorify herself of course). When it comes to talking to others and games, she finds herself entertained. However, her incredible competitiveness gets in the way of anything simple. If someone says something that makes themselves look good, Lyratrath must one-up them. Her stories are much more adult now, telling exaggerated tales that are not as mundane (to everyone else) as the ones she spoke of during childhood. The problem is that she is very convincing about it. Her rages will only grow more sparse over time, but when they occur, they are huge. They are normally set off by someone besting her in something she is sure of herself winning. During these, she is dangerous to be around for everyone and anyone except her bonded. Her fans, particularly the males she strings along, will probably be asked to jump to her defense, to aid her as their leader. She is convinced that she is the best at everything, and authority will always bring its problems. Submitting to golds hurts her pride; she is better than any of them! She longs, ever so much, to prove it.

Given her ability to attract others, her wingmates will most likely find her to be a pleasure. The few that are upset with her pig-headedness will be silenced by their peers and she will glance smugly at them. She is very social, and being frozen out by those she spends most of her time with is a dangerous venture. She needs interaction. She needs others to see how great she is. Is that too much to ask?

Threadfall is the perfect time for Lyratrath to show off. It doesn't help that she good at it, one of the best greens. She can strain herself to be the most efficient at what she does, her natural predatory instinct leading her to do just fine on her own. Tactics soar over her head and she will have to work hard to remember to keep formation. It doesn't help that she is incredibly lucky. If she makes a long-shot, something that should injure her, Lyratrath' ability to dodge the situation, a rare burst of speed, comes to her aid. Due to this, she will not have many scars from Threadfall. Which does wonders to increase her vanity even further.

Lyratrath's Flights are pretty straightforward, sadly. The green doesn't make mistakes and her movements are simple. It's hardly the glorious chase that some greens seem to give. Instead she pushes everyone to their limits, to new heights. She gets up close to males and teases them, but in the end, she chooses simply the male that is the prettiest. She wants to only have the best mate, the best being the best looking. Lyratrath's views on beauty can change, and there's no use in thinking she won't stray, but if she finds someone that compliments her, they will be her main course, with a few deserts here and there. After Flights, she becomes attached to the male if she feels that he is the best, and she will never cease badgering him for approval and love.

Lyratrath's bonded will have to struggle to know that she loves them. Lyratreth talks down to her bonded and seems to still think herself wholly better than them. However, without them, she is not complete. Making her bonded keep in shape is one of her many pasttimes. Should they become too close with someone else, she will become jealous. She is the greatest; her bonded must have no others before her. If you can put up with her condescension, it's easy to see that Lyratreth will share everything, every story that glorifies her will go through her bonded first, who will never be able to convince her that she is remembering wrong. Her bonded is also the only one allowed to share in her glory.

Mind Voice

Lyratrath's voice is fairly androgynous; it sounds almost feminine, which allows it to sound deep when compared to that set of voices. It reminds one of alcohol, particularly the stench and taste. However, there is no light-headedness, except perhaps in the time before Lyratrath's Flight. Only then is there a feeling of intoxication. The rest of the time, this green and her bonded can hold their own, able to "drink" things that would peel paint.

Inspiration(s)

Lyratrath is based off of the character Gaston from Disney's Beauty and the Beast. Gaston is a hunter, admired for his marksmanship, impressive drinking habits, masculine stature, and his rough personality. He continuously has a string of women trying to win his attention, but he sets his sights on the lovely Belle instead. His vanity becomes clear; he is interested in her solely for her appearance. He hopes that she will become a good little housewife for him, his many dogs, and many sons. When she rejects him for something less beautiful than he, the egotistical hunter sets his sights on the creature that injured his pride.

Name: Scyllakarth
Color: Brown
Final Size: 34.6
Impressee Name: Aethian / A'tan
Hex Color: #ad4918

Egg Name/Image


Honesty

Dragon Image



Hatching Message

The Honesty egg's cracks covered the side of the slowly rocking egg. The different streaks of color were being broken, shifted so slightly that it was almost unnoticeable until the lines were completely cut off from their proper other half. The top half of the egg seemed to oddly lift, revealing a jagged black edge forming the equator around the egg. The top came back down before heaving up again, lifting. The dragon inside poked its brown head out, its wings jutting out and apart. Spreading the gooey appendages allowed the slowly-cracked exterior to finally shatter, raining down shards onto the dragon, clinging to its hide.

Hatchling Name

The Sea Monster

Hatchling Description

The Sea Monster brown is large and in charge. His weight is considerable. Pudgy or round doesn't do the large creature justice. Surprisingly, he moves fluidly, with confidence either on the ground or eventually in the air, where his large wings will carry him to greater heights. His size doesn't seem to hinder him, nor does he seem particularly bothered by it, swaying slightly when he walks. The brown is a lighter shade of brown, tendrils of darker brown curling around his legs. Around the top of his head is a similar curvy structure, a ring of lighter color that seems almost a crown upon his head. The same light color fills his wingsails.

Public Impression Message

The Sea Monster brown watched the Devil blue scurry off to his bonded, as discontent as he would always be. The large male was rather pleased with himself, smugly looking over the candidates he had to himself, for the moment. He heard the slow breakings of the Loyalty egg, but he did not show the same panics his siblings had been put through. He heard the quieting of the humans, and looked to see his odd sibling slowly preen herself. The brown paid her no heed, suddenly very much aware of the rumblings that shook his stomach.

The brown trekked to the white-robed candidates, some who might have flinched considering his rather overeager siblings. Yet, the Sea Monster brown was altogether calm. Even when he passed a crying candidate, he did not turn his head. He was on a mission, and the way he stubbornly pushed his head forward, nudging aside any candidates who got in the way of his natural swaying gait clearly showed that he would not be messed with. It was his only sign of aggression that he showed from the moment he Hatched until he stopped a few inches away from a black-haired man so suddenly that his body continued to jiggle as he stopped moving, looking up at His.

Private Impression Message

You feel suddenly as though you've been plunged to the depths of the oceans. It is black, cold, and completely wet. Unable to see or feel, you become aware of a pair of glowing eyes, the color of fire, piercing the blackness, aware of you. The dark monster – darker still in this place of no light – moves its massive body around, swimming at you, surrounding you, observing everything about you. It sees into the depths of your soul. Whatever it finds seems to satisfy it, and words seem to float along in the dark waters. I hunger, A'tanmine. The calm brown stands before you, his weight and mannerisms suddenly counteracting against the monster that lies just close enough, glaring with its red eyes, waiting, perhaps, for your fatal mistake. Scyllakarth is glad those others did not hurt you. That would be most troublesome. The final word is emphasized slightly, pressed on. Wholly unpleasant. Troublesome is not on his agenda.

Name and Inspiration

Scyllakarth – From Scylla and Charybdis/Kharybdis, the two sea terrors that terrorize Odysseus and his crew in Homer's The Odyssey. Scylla is a giant six-headed monster, standing so close to Charybdis, a giant, sentient whirlpool, that to pass between them requires the skills of a great sailor. Too often, ships would shy from one, and find themselves in the deadly grips of the other.

Personality

Scyllakarth will be quite the social dragon when he is younger. The brown is friendly, a people person, though still rather reserved and calm. He can be with almost any group and be happy. Others can make comments about his weight, but the brown seems undisturbed by them, even joking in return; nothing said to him can make him feel bad or hurt. He seems to be honest and sincere to the others that he is friends with, but things are not what they seem. Scyllakarth loves pulling the wool over others' eyes; harmless tricks and plays on their gullibility make him him happy, it makes him feel that he's in control. If someone should make a fool out of him, you can bet that he will be angry. It may be fleeting, never more than a day, but some resentment will remain, stirring for a while. Scyllakarth does not forget those who slight him, though he only occasionally dwells on them.

As he grows older, Scyllakarth will feel his control slip. From the Weyrlingmaster that bosses him around, to eventually the queens, Weyrleader, and just generally those who outrank him – he will feel second-rate. Fooling them and those they care about makes him feel powerful, and his favorite method is making deals. Scyllakarth's friendly and inviting nature gives him many advantages that he is more than willing to lend to others. For a price, of course. He always delivers on his end of the bargain – even if those who have wronged him somehow end up getting a raw deal, that's their fault – and so gets very annoyed when the other can't keep their promise. He has his methods for getting them back. The corruption of power makes him long to have it his own, but Scyllakarth is far too prideful to suck up to the higher-ups to get his dues. There's a better way to do it, and he will find it.

Most dragons will be Scyllakarth's friends. His wingmates will probably find him to be a bit of a slow flier, but his good humor will generally make them forget that small shortcoming. Truly, the only thing that can block Scyllakarth off from his fellows would be the dragons who have found his bad side. It is not hard to see the brown as conniving, plotting, controlling – someone just has to open their eyes and really see him. Should he ever be betrayed, Scyllakarth will simply move on to the next dragons that will accept him, and keep those in mind who turned on him for his nastiest ideas.

When Thread falls, Scyllakarth's lack of speed is put against his stamina. He can hold his own, that much is certain. He is not a born fighter, but he is capable of holding his space in the wing and charring as best he can. He is not particularly passionate about Falls, but if he's currently mad, he can really get into it. Never an agile dragon, it is likely that he will sustain injuries, but unless they incapacitate him, then he really won't care, except to maybe be frustrated enough to actually pay attentions.

Flights are a time of excitement for him. He enjoys the chase, particularly winning greens. He will speak during Flights, cooing to them, convincing them that he is the best, that they are at their best when they choose him. Scyllakarth's winning personality will often have sway over the weaker ones to come to his embrace and those wins are a lot less satisfying that those who ignore his words and that he wins by a stroke of luck. Yet, he continues. No point in losing when he can win, right? As for gold Flights, Scyllakarth may participate in one or two, but when it boils down to it, he despises them too much for their rank over him. As such, he will usually ignore that urge like most browns before him.

Scyllakarth's bonded is his best friend, perhaps his only genuine companion. All of his nasty plots and snide remarks that he has directed at others get filtered to His. The two can either be partners in crime, or the brown can work alone. He sees the person he Impresses as the second half of himself. Maybe he will use His every once in a while to a greater means, fooling them as he does others, but he would never endanger or harm his bonded on purpose. Yet, if he sees his bonded going into any sort danger, Scyllakarth holds his tongue. He did not Impress to a fool; His knows what to do and Scyllakarth will be there to help. Even if the 'rider were to set fire to the Weyr and need a getaway ride – the brown would be there, saddled up and ready to jump between.

Mind Voice

Scyllakarth's voice rests at the bottom of the ocean, dragging the listener into cold darkness around them, perhaps even feeling, for a moment, water brushing against their skin. Down there, in that crag with no light, lies a monolithic monster, glowing red eyes rested on the viewer. Perhaps, when the speaker is happier, it is more amiable, just lying there and observing with curiosity. It always invited the listener closer, eager to hear, bringing out their curiosity as to the giant monster. Once riled, the creature leaps into the water around, circling its prey, dark limbs clicking and groaning in the immense water. It may, after Scyllakarth calms, a luckily quick process, go back to its lurking, but the memory will stick with the listener who has made the brown angry – the absolute fear that the monster might be real, might be coming for them.

Inspiration(s)

Scyllakarth is based off of the character Ursula from Disney's The Little Mermaid. Ursula is a sea witch, an outcast by the other members of the sea for her selfish, lying ways. Her only two friends in the ocean are her eels Flotsam and Jetsam, but she doesn't particularly care. She lures in unsuspecting merfolk with promises of a better life; just one simple thing to change, but their price usually makes their contract impossible to fill. Once they have failed, she deprives them of their forms, letting them live as miserable blobs in the entrance to her cave. Regardless of her bad reputation, it seems that she has attracted the eye of a particular princess, and Ursula finally sees her chance to gain the ultimate power: the king's trident. A delicate plan is required, but those poor, unfortunate fools in love can make her job so easy.

Name: Luficeth
Color: Green
Final Size: 23.9
Impressee Name: Auren
Hex Color: #144c31

Egg Name/Image


Love

Dragon Image



Hatching Message

The Love egg had been biding its time, sitting by and rocking slowly. The cracks had spread across the brightly colored surface, but it almost seemed that now, when the spotlight could be stolen away and given to itself, that it began to shake more. No less beautifully, but the shards fell away one at a time, flaking the sand around it a brightly colored red. Deliberately, the creature inside worked its way to freedom, finally forming a hole large enough to step calmly out of.

Hatchling Name

The Witch

Hatchling Description

The Witch green is a pale green, and when she first steps onto the Sands, it is almost difficult to see her. She moves with purpose, graceful and slow. Her legs are longer than the norm, and the ground obeys her whims. Her pale hide is marked by striking dark wings that carry to a hood-like marking on the top of her head, stretching down her spine, over her flanks, and ending half-way down her tail. She will grow to be medium-sized, but her strength in the air will be speed. Her movements will always have a restrained quality, like she moves slowly because she contemplates every movement. This adds to her odd charm and gives her a certain grace that will be add to her appearance to mark her as the prettiest green of the clutch.

Public Impression Message

The Witch green watched as the boys on the sands looked at one another with angry eyes. She met eyes briefly with the Judge before turning her face away, back to the candidates. She moved as slowly as ever, just as deliberately as when she had stepped from her egg and not splashed with the red of candidates. She moved before the sorrowful one, whose mind seemed to be on everywhere but the Hatching itself. Least of all on her. The Witch struck again, perhaps crueler than her other attacks, digging her claws into the girls hip, knocking her to the ground. She pinned her there, staring into her eyes.

Private Impression Message

As the Witch green strikes your hip, leaving a blooming flower of red on your robes, a flower of red imprints itself to your mind. The single rose sits amidst the thickest thorns, the long, sharp objects tearing at your flesh. Agitation, anger rests here, and it is most certainly directed at you. You will think of them will you? The images of the recently injured flash through your mind, in the middle of the thorns, the black spikes tearing into them. You shall cry over her will you? The thorns reach up, prying into your memories, prying the image of Lia, gone forever, entwined in those thorns. Her image tries to get away, but the thorns tighten, and the flower seems to bloom more brilliantly, a distraction. You shall not, Auren. They are nothing, mine. Not at all. Her voice seems to taunt you, daring you to disagree with her. The thorns swallow the images and only the flower and thorns remain. Luficeth is more than some worthless firelizard. I am more than any of them.

Name and Inspiration

Luficeth – from Lucifer, a angel who challenged God. He and his followers were cast from Heaven to become demons. Lucifer, being one of the most powerful angels, became the Devil, head over the demons with a personal mission to thwart his former master as repayment for his exile.

Personality

Luficeth is in control from the moment she Hatches. Her movements are well-defined, slow and regal. Her acknowledgments of others are passing, regal almost. She has a very high intelligence and she doesn't bother hiding it. If anyone asks her and she knows, her answer may be cutting, but it will be correct. Given her beauty and smarts, she will feel incredibly slighted in the color department. From the first time she is ignored for being "just a green," Luficeth's true nature reveals itself. Cunning, wits; she knows how to make a dragon absolutely miserable, knows how to hold them back and prevent their dreams from coming true. She will do anything to make someone who has wronged her pay for their crimes. As such, those who are on her good side will see a passive, perhaps even lazy dragon, while those on the wrong side of her conflict will see her as a conniving demon, capable and willing to break the rules to cause the tiniest inconveniences. When accused, she will not lie. She is, as a matter of fact, proud of her accomplishments.

As she grows older, Luficeth will better know how to pick her battles. Instead of going out of her way to cause small damages to her enemies, she will take her time, make promises and threats, and follow through with ruthless efficiency. As she grows older, her dark heart will find these pleasures much more enjoyable than typical relationships, and almost every dragon and human she meets undergoes the analysis of their weak points. She likes finding them and exploiting them. For no real reason except her amusement. As such, finding her getting friendly with others is a rarity. Though pretty, she is not one to use her looks to get things done. Instead, she relies on her charming voice and civil manners (to those who do not know her true side) to convince others to fall neatly in their place. Should she be thwarted, Luficeth's civility-switch fizzes out. Violence towards another living being is not in a dragon's genetic programming. Someone crossed a wire. These incidents are so spread out, so rare, that they will be almost forgettable, if the first doesn't mark her forever in the eyes of all.

Luficeth's wingmates will most likely see a very polite, feminine dragon who is willing to get her claws dirty. Her brutal honesty and cutting wit will damage her relations with them, but most can be won back over when they realize that she means no harm by it. That is, until they know she means harm in her actions. The first time she crosses another dragon, the others might not believe them, and her sweet attitude may win them back. If she keeps playing it right, she may maintain trust, but if everyone else in the Weyr should hate her, Luficeth will not care. Being lonely is not something she can be; she is fine on her own, after all.

Luficeth will not shine so brightly in Threadfall, due to her inherent nature. Her slow deliberateness is bound to have her run into somebody or not fly quick enough – the first time she is damaged should finally give her some sort of hint that dilly-dallying is just not something one does. She does have ferocity. She has the ability to be a great flier, but it is solely up to her, with maybe encouragement from her bonded, to get her motivated enough to actually live up to her potential.

Luficeth's Flights are a different matter. Her slow movements are forgotten and the green's speed can be almost startling, though not nearly as much as her tricks. She loves to get her suitors to follow her down the dangerous path. She is testing them for weaknesses, trying to find the one most suitable to Fly her. She will tire quickly, but not before putting the boys before some of the most strenuous flying they will ever do. She is not attached to them for long. Unless, of course, she finds something worth breaking. Then she can be like honey, at least for a short week.

Her bonded will have to get used to Luficeth. The green will not change for them; they will have to adjust for her schemes and plots, all of which she monologues to them as fascinatingly as possible. She will share physical comfort with them if they would like it; she doesn't really care either way. As a partner, she is not needy. She only requires that Hers stand beside her when she needs them too. In the face of angry Wingleaders, weyrfolk, and dragons, she needs their support. Not to stand up with; she could do just fine without them. But if her bonded were to turn against her, the one she trusts, the only one besides her who is faultless to a point, then Luficeth will become lost. When two perfect beings oppose one another, what can possibly be left?

Mind Voice

Luficeth's voice is a flowering rose amidst a large thornbush. The flower wilts when she is sad or blazes beautifully when she finds joy; it is quite mesmerizing and simple, her moods being delivered by the feeling of a flower blooming. When she is angry or when her voice is filled with dark intent, the thorns rise up and scratch at the listener almost to the point of physical pain, digging into their brain, into their skin. A weaker person might try to scratch the thorns away or scream. A stronger will have the feeling of being penetrated for hours after her most intense of moods.

Inspiration(s)

Luficeth is based off of the character Maleficent from Disney's Sleeping Beauty. Maleficent is a witch bent on causing as much personal torment to Aurora and her Prince for no really discernible reason. She curses the fair princess to die at sixteen on the day of her birth – it is only by intervention that Maleficent's plan does not kill the beautiful maiden. Instead, she takes the chance to place both her and her castle under a mystical slumber that can only be broken by True Love's Kiss. The problem is that, of course, she has the princess's True Love under lock and key. Let's see those three inferior pixies beat her now.

Name: Rolumeth
Color: Brown
Final Size: 31.1
Impressee Name: Landoki / L'oki
Hex Color: #2a1909

Egg Name/Image


Sympathy

Dragon Image



Hatching Message

The Sympathy egg rocked back and forth at a steady pace, jerking violently once or twice as the creature inside grows more desperate for freedom. The darkly colored egg slowly grew cracks on all sides, but it never seemed dedicated enough to pick one place to break through. The red and purple shell quickly began to lose its first shards. The creature inside turned towards the light, kicking and headbutting the hole to make it larger. Finally, a dark head emerged, quickly followed by the body of a brown dragon.

Hatchling Name

The Brother

Hatchling Description

The Brother brown is small with a lithe frame. He's not very intimidating to look at, especially given the way he carries himself. The brown almost seems to make himself smaller, creeping close to the ground. To catch him standing full height is an oddity; he will always lower himself on his already-short legs. His wings are pretty impressive in size; they help him move quickly. His face seems to be more angular than the average dragon's, which makes his careful considerations seem dangerous. His color seems only a few shades toward the side of dark, though the slightly mundane color is set off by markings so dark that they seem to be black. The dark markings form a hood over his head, stopping at the base of his neck. His legs and tip of his tail are the same dark color.

Public Impression Message

The Brother brown watched with fascination as the creature began to move inside, but his interest soon waned. He glanced up at Elenneth, who seemed to disapprove of what he had done. Ducking, he slunk away from the egg, over to the ones who might feed him and save him from the gold's eyes. He prowled quickly among the candidates, marking them off as they lost relevancy to him. He bumped slightly into a boy with dirty blond hair, weaving around behind him and peering out at the scene beyond.

Private Impression Message

Something soft presses against your mind. Smooth, it soothingly rubs against your consciousness, making itself known. In the outside world, the brown that tampered with the dead egg scurries away quickly. It fears the wrath of the queen, but even that hitch in the feeling, the slight rough patch against the smooth feelings in your mind, doesn't register for long. It is alive? Never matter. The voice purrs the words into your mind, soothing but still a demanding presence. Rolumeth does not care what that bronze thinks, nor the gold. The brown slowly comes out of his hiding place behind your legs, looking up at you. What have I to fear when you and I are together, L'okimine?

Name and Inspiration

Rolumeth – From Romulus, one of the founders of Rome. He and his brother Remus were said to have been raised by a she-wolf after being abandoned by their real mother. They wanted to build a city, but could not decide on the location. They both picked separate places and prayed to the gods for deliverance. Romulus, thinking that his divine signs were more sure than his brother's, had his followers construct walls and start on building. Remus leaped across their defenses, which was a great insult to Romulus, who slew his brother in a fit of rage.

Personality

Rolumeth will be a very discontent hatchling. He will feel constantly overshadowed by the bronzes of the Weyr, that he is being looked down on for not being the best. As he comes to learn of his place in the Weyr as a brown, his feelings will only grow more severe. So his father was a brown and the Weyrleader? Yet every single dragon would offer higher praises to him for siring the bronze that overshadows Rolumeth rather than recognizing him! He will be very emotional early on in his life. The injustices that plague him will cause him immense amounts of anger as he struggles to be accepted. No matter how accommodating his fellows may be, Rolumeth will always feel that he is second best, that he is being denied his true position. Anger will become his constant companion, and his frustrations will slowly begin to fade.

As an adult, Rolumeth's anger has all but vanished from visibility. Overly calm, sarcastic, taunting others with power even – his flippant attitude toward authority will be well known. He will fall into line, but only barely so. The few who know him, whom he consider his friends, will not even be privy to his darkest secrets. His innermost thoughts will concern those who would bring him down, who consider his color a disadvantage. He will bide his time, waiting for the best moment to strike. His method for revenge will be suitable, and, above all, perfectly executed. He will spend most of his time alone, thinking hard on how to grab his moment of glory. He will, as he knows, have to take it by force and hold on for dear life. He is a very smart dragon, and fully of autonomy that others might not have when it concerns the dragons that shine. Especially those damn bronzes.

Rolumeth's wingmates will always feel that he is a bit off. He is not physically trained as most of them are, and his solitary attitude will isolate them from him. The few dragons who are his friends will regard his humor as simply that – a dry joke, a meaningless, sarcastic comment – and never really suspect how deep his loathing really goes. There will be a great many dragons who will not see him as an equal. Even if he should rise in rank, it is apparent that he is always staring at the next leg up. His desperate need for others to approve, to concede to him will overpower most other charms he has. They will laugh at him and his greed and destroy him for his envy.

Rolumeth's strong point is not threadfighting. He is not good at anything physical, and his formation skills are only notable because of the heavy thought he places into his movements. His intelligence keeps him out of harm's way, but his lack of speed and stamina means that he will be down for the count before long without having done too much. When he does scar, he wears his badges of his failures with pride – another constant reminder of what he has done wrong and what he must do to never be wronged again.

Flights for Rolumeth are, again, a test of strength and ability that he simply doesn't possess. He will have to think quickly to win anything based on strength. More often than not, that will be the reason he wins any of the few green Flights he participates in. When it comes to gold, Rolumeth is unimpressed. He might participate – in the course of an act of some supreme being, he might actually win. It will not mean anything to him the next morning as he returns to find out his way to the top. His relationships with females who expect him to be their mate are strained; he cannot give them the emotional support that they may desire, nor does he have the inclination to waste his time so frivolously.

Rolumeth's bonded will be the only one who knows the depth of his hatred, but will be blind on almost anything else. The brown is a deceiver, and hides his true emotions even from his bonded. When he is younger, he will treat the other like a compatriot. As he grows, his relationship will become strained as his paranoia and inward planning evolve. His bonded can remain a part of those plans if they press in the correct way. If not, they will have to watch and trust that Rolumeth will not leave his partner behind, which is won't. His is just as beaten down as he is; why should he punish them for that?

Mind Voice

Rolumeth's voice is smooth to hear, the words carefully rolled over in the velvet that is his voice. It sounds almost like he purrs over his words, but any comparison to a feline's noises seems to almost blow the other out of the water. The deep tones roll around a person's mind, brushing against them in a very casual manner that somehow feels very comforting. The smooth presses of his voice do not seem to be affected by his emotions, save for when he is feeling deeply offended. The purring deepens, roughs up, shoves against the listener offensively. The growling can last until Rolumeth moves on to a new issue and the old one has been logged away under issues to address in the future.

Inspiration(s)

Rolumeth is based off of the character Scar from Disney's The Lion King. Scar has, for most of his life, lived in his brother's shadow. Mufasa is the perfect king, with the perfect mate, and with a perfect heir to the throne, while Scar can only watch from the outside. He desires nothing more than to show up his brother, even if he has to take matters into his own hands. He plots in silence for years, enlisting the help of the enemy. The hyenas are easily ruled and a valuable ally. When his first chance to rid himself of, at the very least, the upcoming heir, Scar feels the need to make a more definite bid for power. All the pieces fall into place as he watches his nephew scramble among the stampede. Time to step out of the shadows. Long live the king.