Post by diogenessbeast on Mar 23, 2013 17:57:03 GMT -5
Se'fio
Username: Diogenessbeast
Character Number: 4?
Name: Se'fio
Age: 33
Rank: rider
Where they are from: Silence Hold, Silence Country
Weyr: Silence weyr
Gender: Male
Sexuality: pansexual, shows a distinct fondness for efemales
Appearance:
Sexy bastard. 6'2" and leanly muscled-- he keeps himself fit, but he hasn't got the muscles of a guard or a worker. He doesn't need to. His hair is strait and light brown, very rich in tone. He keeps it short, but long enough that it's natural curl to follow the shape of his head is visible. He has a neatly trimmed beard in paler tones then his hair. His eyes are blue. His face looks friendly, for all his somewhat sharp features. He is usually impeccably dressed in the finest clothing he can acquire, and he wears jewelry when he can find an excuse to do so. Clothing is his preferred method of showing off.
Personality:
Irresponsible, hedonistic. selfish outside of his own family. Charismatic. Really Good at People. Would totally be good at diplomacy if he cared to/applied himself. Lazy. Friendly. Gregarious. Charming. Headstrong. Very subtle. Kind of rebellious, but in more of a "I'm going to find ways to subvert you with a smile on my face" way rather then a screaming in-your-face way. Very clever. Slightly mischievous. Very well-spoken. Intelligent.. just not particularly interested in doing anything responsible with his smarts. Really good at the subtle/nobleman's put-downs and insults. care-free. careless. Believes life should be easy, and thus lives it like it is. Manipulative. loves parties and throwing parties. loves attention. Doting, loving, affectionate. passionate. Expressive. tends to embellish stories. crappy leader. Selfish, though will consider the needs of his in-group. bratty, spoiled: will pout when he's told he cannot do something. Rather enjoys lying and making things up. Enjoys chaos and hysterics, especially to watch, but not so much when they are negatively affecting him. adores animals and dotes on them.
Bonded
Designed for me by mirari of SN and PR!
Bonded'sName: Stravroth
Bonded's Type: Dragon
Bonded's Gender: Male
Bonded's Hex Codes: 4B7D6F, 4C3B8E, 070707, E8D525, and C1E90F
Bonded's Size in Feet: 44'
Bonded's Age: 20
Bonded's Personality:
Snobbish, Vain, Conceited, Arrogant. Obsessed with rank, social standing, and reputation. Exalts himself and his rider above all others. Loves attention and adulation, fishes for compliments. Selfish, Manipulative, Self-serving. Bossy with smaller dragons, treats them poorly. Blunt, openly insults others, especially if he isn't treated with respect. Demanding, of his chosen and others. Wants his wings oiled, at least three times per day. Short-tempered, Snippy, easily insulted. Judgemental, quick to criticize others for imagined faults. Cares about bloodlines, considers them relevant. Sometimes asks fellow dragons who their dam/sire are. Strongly dislikes mutants, harasses and bullies them on sight. Athletic, loves to exercise and train frequently. Claims he does it to keep in shape for the ladies. Enabler, only to his Rider, often encouraging bad behavior. Can be decent leader at times, unlike his Rider. Will take command in a chaotic emergency situation, if nobody beats him to it. Calm under pressure, strictly in emergency situations. Decisive, doesn't waffle when making decisions. Assertive, clearly states his expectations, can come across too strongly at times. Those leadership qualities are limited though, overshadowed by his pompous attitude. Ambitious, desires to be either Weyrleader or Wingleader. Won't ever be completely satisfied with anything less. Very boastful, with a tendency to exaggerate his accompliments. Disruptive, tends to cut others off in conversations, since what he has to say is always more important.
Punctual, usually on time, will be where he is expected to be in most cases. Good problem-solver, especially when it comes to everyday issues, often notices details overlooked by others. Independent, Self-reliant, can be trusted to complete a task on his own, without supervision needed. Hard-working, willing enough to do assigned tasks, but also a chronic complainer, especially if he chips a talon or gets dirty. Knowledgeable, especially when it comes to history, takes a special interest in founding history and lineage. Honest, Outspoken, says what he believes, even if the truth might be painful. Optimistic in most cases, generally believes most problems will work themselves out on their own. Sociable, but lacks his Rider's charisma, often too full of himself and arrogant to attract a large following. Goal-oriented and patient when it comes to achieving his goals, able to set a goal and work towards it over the course of several turns. Long-term planner, dedicated, sticks with his goals once he's set them. Stubborn too, doesn't like to give up on his goals, no matter how impossible they might seem. Attentive, pays attention to those who are successful, tries to learn from them, so he can be successful in his endeavors, whatever they may be. Materialistic, loves expensive fancy items, especially decorative riding straps. Somewhat shallow, tends to judge others based on their appearances, and based on first impressions.
Egotistical, with an inflated sense of self-worth. Eloquent in his manner of speech, uses long words, attempting to make himself sound intelligent. He has a dry, sarcastic wit, preferring jokes of a lewd nature. His sense of humor is a little warped, he tends to find the most inappropriate and immature jokes funny. Has a good memory for some things, mostly for names, details, and lineage. Large events, or events involved those he considers inferior, are usually forgotten rather quickly. Has strong views on monogamy, thinks of it as unrealistic. He himself has commitment issues, will rarely stick with one partner for long, as he enjoys participating in flights too much. Supportive of his chosen, usually backs him in any argument. Doesn't tolerate others insulting his Rider, will become argumentative and defensive in response. Sticks up for his chosen, defending even the poorest of his decisions. Stands in solidarity with him, believes he can do no wrong. Like most dragons he has his good points and his bad ones, but he likely won't be an easy dragon to get along for anyone other than his Rider.
Likes:
- Favorite food is Ovines, also known as Sheep.
- His coterie, mainly consisting of a few weak-willed sycophants.
- Attention, especially admiration and compliments.
- Wine, especially a couple bottles drizzled on his meat before he eats.
- Himself, of course, he's his own biggest fan.
- Being oiled, just has to make those beautiful wings of his shine.
- The nobly-born, since bloodlines actually matter to him.
- Compliments, can never have enough of them.
- Fancy objects, since he is rather materialistic.
Dislikes:
- Getting scars, because it mars his precious hide, his pride and joy.
- Can't stand the dragon his Rider's brother impressed, very unpleasant to him if they meet, looks down on him as only a snob can.
- Mutants, believes them to be inferior, they evoke disgust and rather visceral emotions on sight.
- Getting dirty, can't stand it because it takes away from his looks.
- Being ignored, he can't stand it because he likes to be the center of attention.
- Getting injured, because he has low pain tolerance, makes a big deal out of small injuries.
- Small canines, especially the loud yappy kind.
- Dragons of inferior bloodlines, since he considers them beneath him.
- Losing a flight, because it's a major blow to his pride.
- Anyone that insults his Rider, that can make him anger rather quickly.
Habits/Quirks:
- Has narrow nasal passages, makes loud whistling snores when he sleeps.
- Has a sensitive and itchy hide, often rubs up against rocks or trees to scratch the itchy spots, if his Rider isn't around to scatch them.
- Restless sleeper, tosses and turns for most of the night. Not safe to sleep near him, he moves around too much.
- Low pain tolerance, yelps and whimpers like a canine over the most minor of injuries.
- Strikes poses whenever a female dragon is around, larger females in particular.
- Struts when he walks, which tends to look awkward because his forelegs are shorter than the back legs.
- Preens himself like an avian, when he thinks nobody is looking.
- Never quite furls his wings entirely, just a habit he picked up.
- Sticks his muzzle in the air when speaking down to someone, in true snobbish style.
Flights:
Randy, but doesn't chase just any female. Has a strong preference for large females, will usually participate in every large female flight he can. May chase the occasional small female, only if he deems her worthy of his attentions. Expects any small female he chases to be grateful to him. Mutants disgust him, he generally won't chase them, unless they have done something exceptional, or if they have a good pedigree. After all, he does deem bloodlines to be important. Very aggressive in flights, likely to harass or attack other chasers that get in his way. Favorite tactic is to slash at their exposed wings, then put on a burst of speed when and if they dodge. Considers himself cultured, is a huge fan of trying to use poetry to woo females. Sadly, he actually isn't very good at poetry, and it is more likely to offend a female than convince her he is a viable suitor. Cunning, tries to think one step ahead of his competitors. Unfortunately, he also has a bad habit of underestimating the capabilities of fellow chasers. Takes losing a flight very badly, will be in a foul mood for candlemarks afterwards. Rarely learns from his mistakes, is still surprised and shocked when he does get rejected for his pompous attitude.
Threadfall:
Dislikes fighting thread because of the inherent risks, does it only out of duty. Also dislikes fighting thread because of dust and ash, because he hates getting his hide dirty. Has a long but narrow stream of flame, capable of using his flame with surprising accuracy, but it is not good for clearing large swaths of thread. Great endurance, but poor in maneuverability, as can be expected of a dragon of his size. Good at staying in position when flying in formation. Prefers to go *between* to dodge thread, rather than depend on the smaller more maneuverable sizes to protect him. Despite his personal misgivings with mutants and dragons of lesser bloodlines; Stavroth will still defend them from thread if they are in danger. However, ask him about it and he'll deny doing anything other than his duty. He does what needs to be done, to survive, and to protect his rider and fellow wingmates. However, it isn't often that he will go above and beyond the call of duty, unless absolutely necessary. As in all other things, he'll exaggerate his own accomplishments. He turns into a complete wimp if scored, acting as if it's the worst thing in the world. If his rider gets scored, he takes it very badly, but usually lays the blame on someone else. Refuses to take responsibility or any mistakes he makes, doesn't like to admit when he's at fault.
Mindvoice:
Stavroth's mindvoice is in the lower tenor range, but not quite low enough to dip into the baritone category. He has a strange accent; something like a combination of British and Australian accents, were he a terran human. His mindvoice tends to take on nasal tones, especially when being condescending. This happens, despite the fact he speaks with his mind and not his mouth. Stavroth emphasizes certain words with mental bursts of color, often to make a point. When he is angry, his mindvoice will drop to a lower octave. He speaks fast when offended or upset, sometimes stringing his words together.
Scent:
His natural scent is slightly musky and overlaid with the smell of leather, though rarely will anyone around him smell it. The reason being, that Stavroth wears a Pernese version of cologne. Has his Rider buy expensive incense candles, gets them melted down, and then mixes the melted liquid in with his oil once it has cooled. His hide smells very sweet, since many of the incense candles are floral-based. Sometimes he overdoes it, resulting in the scent of his hide becoming cloying but normally it's just enough to be noticeable. He used to have it mixed much stronger on a regular basis, but after some complaints made by his wingmates; Stavroth had to tone it down quite a bit.
Bonded's Appearance:
Stavroth has a long muzzle, considerably thick around the base but tapered near the end. He has angular convex cheekbones and a medium-sized, wedge-shaped head. A swath of black, shapd almost like a hood; extends over his eyeridges, continuing back to cover his head narrow knobs in darkness. His neck is medium-length, two-toned with a mix of teal green and lavender. Black spots are scattered overtop the teal green, providing contrast and giving it a rather interesting visual look. The pattern covers the back of his neck, which runs down the back of his neck, in two interconnected lines. His teal neckridges are small. He's got a muscular chest, brawny shoulders, and gray-green forelgs covered in pale yellow speckles. His front feet are violet-colored, with each toe tipped with a single sickle-shaped talon. Stavroth's wing are long, tapered, and angular, consisting of a pretty pattern of black and gold. They are his pride and joy, often shining and sleek thanks to frequent oilings. Stavroth's back and sides are teal with black speckles, fading to violet on his belly. His back legs are longer than the forelegs, though the pattern and coloring is identical. The dragon's tail stands out, thanks to the almost neon green stripes running down its length overtop teal and black spots. He considers himself to be a handsome dragon, with an almost waxy sheen to his hide thanks to the special mixture of oil his Rider uses on him.
Pets:
Pet Name: siorin
Type and Coloring: firelizard
Gender: male
Size: 1'3"
Information:
Large and thick-muscled. Bright green on the dorsal side, bright orange underneath. Black ticking along the belly and lower legs. Black whorls and patches on the back and tops of wings.
Personality:
Bubbly, jumpy, skitterish. Tastes bad if licked. Loves water. Likes to be underneath things. Has a strange taste in foodthings (will eat things other flitters won’t touch). Prefers to be active at night, but can be trained out of this.
Energetic, extraverted, but does not like to be held or cuddled. Noisy, especially when upset.
written for me by skendi of SN
Lived a life of happiness and privalge, born to a rich trader in Silence Hold's city. Was actually more or less raised by his milk-nurse, who had a slightly older child who he was raised alongsie nad became close to like a brother. Horribly spoiled by his mother, against the milk nurse's better efforts to raise his properly. His father started at the age of 11 trying to groom him to take over the business and be a proper heir, but Sefeoris was having none of that: he just wanted to relax and spend money and have a good time.
At 13, it was revealed that his older milk-brotehr was actually his half-brother, when his milk-nurse died. It was a deathbed confession that got his mother screaming bloody murder about getting that bastard child (Zeoranis, his milkbrother and now halfbrother) kicked out of the house. Zeo left of his own accord, and sef hatched a cunning plan and went after him.
Claiming his part of the inheritance early in the form of money he could grab, he ran off after Zeoranis and rescued his half-brother from a life on teh streets by telling him the plan: they would make their way to the weyr and bribe their way into search! Zeo didn't think it would work, but in the absence of a better idea, they did so. buying passage to the weyr was easy enough, but they didn't get to the bribing part, because as soon as they got there, a searchdragon accosted them and informed them that they would be excellent candidates.
They both stood and impressed and experienced average weyrlinghood.
Pet Name: siorin
Type and Coloring: firelizard
Gender: male
Size: 1'3"
Information:
Large and thick-muscled. Bright green on the dorsal side, bright orange underneath. Black ticking along the belly and lower legs. Black whorls and patches on the back and tops of wings.
Personality:
Bubbly, jumpy, skitterish. Tastes bad if licked. Loves water. Likes to be underneath things. Has a strange taste in foodthings (will eat things other flitters won’t touch). Prefers to be active at night, but can be trained out of this.
Energetic, extraverted, but does not like to be held or cuddled. Noisy, especially when upset.
written for me by skendi of SN
History
Lived a life of happiness and privalge, born to a rich trader in Silence Hold's city. Was actually more or less raised by his milk-nurse, who had a slightly older child who he was raised alongsie nad became close to like a brother. Horribly spoiled by his mother, against the milk nurse's better efforts to raise his properly. His father started at the age of 11 trying to groom him to take over the business and be a proper heir, but Sefeoris was having none of that: he just wanted to relax and spend money and have a good time.
At 13, it was revealed that his older milk-brotehr was actually his half-brother, when his milk-nurse died. It was a deathbed confession that got his mother screaming bloody murder about getting that bastard child (Zeoranis, his milkbrother and now halfbrother) kicked out of the house. Zeo left of his own accord, and sef hatched a cunning plan and went after him.
Claiming his part of the inheritance early in the form of money he could grab, he ran off after Zeoranis and rescued his half-brother from a life on teh streets by telling him the plan: they would make their way to the weyr and bribe their way into search! Zeo didn't think it would work, but in the absence of a better idea, they did so. buying passage to the weyr was easy enough, but they didn't get to the bribing part, because as soon as they got there, a searchdragon accosted them and informed them that they would be excellent candidates.
They both stood and impressed and experienced average weyrlinghood.
