Post by Missa on Apr 18, 2008 23:30:04 GMT -5
Name: Crysania
Age: 15 turns
Rank: Candidate
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Hetero
Looks: Crys is tiny, she's well aware of that, and it's honestly quite a surprise that she doesn't get noticed because of it. Standing below the average height at 5'4", Crys is definately small. She hates it, but there's really nothing she can do about it. Despite her height, or perhaps because of it, Crys tends to blend in with her surroundings, whether that be a gather or simply a meal, if Crys doesn't want to be seen, it's unlikely she will be. Thin to the point of it being slightly unhealthy, Crys is mostly in proportion to the rest of her, though tends to hide any shape her body may have under loose, and long clothing.
Crys' skin is as pale as death and this worries many, since the girl seems to be suffering constantly from illness or fear. Naturally inherited from her father though, Crys' skin is very sensitive, and thus can't spend much time under Rukbat's rays due to the chance of burns. Unlike Kaiser, and many of her siblings, Crys' hair is of the deepest ebony colouring, marking her as different from her siblings in the most obvious way. Thick, and long, Crys has grown it to a length of the ends brushing the area beneath her shoulder-blades, not extremely long, nor short in anyway. Curling around her fave in playful waves that seem to accent the quiet beauty Crys has. Her eyes are very unique her left eye is a intruiging blue-grey colouring, while the right is green, with a circle of a goldish brown around the pupil. Giving her a mysterious and aloof appearance. Her eyes are framed by thick lashes, giving the girl a flirtatious appearance.
Her facial features are soft, delicate and extremely expressive, emotions flitter across her face quickly and she is both quick to smile and frown. Crys never hides her emotions, every single one written across her face. Across her small nose and cheeks is the smallest splatter of freckles, a mere feathering. Crys has a very soft voice, the type that makes people wonder at such sweetness, though can put massive amounts of power behind it and thus rarely needs to raise her voice.
Personality: Outwardly, Crys is a shy young woman and draws back from any socail situation. She's almost completely terrified of socializing, due to the restrictions Kai has put on her life. On top of this, she finds it nearly impossible to talk to people, especially males, flinching away from sudden movements or harsh voices like they will hurt her. Often, she will stammer when talking, though this is simply nerves and she will attempt to hide behind anyone she can.
Crysania is really quite clever, she can work most problems out and finds solutions others may not, however, she tends to hold back on voicing opinions, and will stay silent until asked. Even then, she may just mutely shake her head with a terrified look at her brother. On first meeting Crys, one will find themselves completely locked out of her life, she tends to come across as rude, or cold, though this is only an attempt to protect herself adn others. In her mind, if she doesn't open up, or care for others, they can't get hurt, and neither can she.
Once the ice is broken, Crys can be quite the amazing companion, quick to laugh and joke in a safe environment, she smiles more openly, and is happy to do anything for her friends. Very loyal, Crys would do anything to stop her friends being hurt, and is very secretive, it can take years to completely get to know Crys. Trustworthy, if something is told to Crys in confidence, nothing will make her break that promise or tell what had been told, she holds to her word, even if it hurts. Friendly and quite naieve, Crys is also extremely stubborn. Nothing changes her mind once she's got an idea in her head.
History: Born and raised in a small mining hold, Crys was different from her siblings right from the start. Concieved of a night of ill-judgement and too much wine, Crys' father had never been in her life. After her husband's death, Cayina went into depression, and in that one night of seeking comfort, she gained Crys. Born with a shock of dark hair and mismatched eyes, it wasn't hard for her older siblings to put two and two together, that and there was no way she could be their father's daughter.
Small and sweet right from the beginning, there was no way Crys would work alongside her brothers in the mines, even if she liked the darkness. Her mother put forward the idea of being a watch-wher handler, and it was a dream Crys - at a tiny age of seven - latched onto. She had no flitters and her brother said often she wasn't worthy of anything, even an ugly wher, so a dragon was out of the question. Eggs proved harder to get than they had thought, and the plan fell through, Crys' attention turning to healing as she followed the hold's healer about.
Though she never told anyone, it was plainly obvious right from a young age that the little girl was either extremely clumsy, hard to believe when she moved so gracefully, or someone had taken a definate disliking to her. The bruises becoming worse and more often as she got older, still, Crys kept her mouth shut as she focused on healing flitts. Even so, as she grew up, she drew away from everyone, becoming withdrawn and jumpy and wandering about the lush forests on her own. Not intelligent, she'd admit, but it was a place she escaped her brother's brutal treatment. It was there she witnessed the firelizard hatching that brought her Chrissa. Even now, years on from her thirteenth turn, she can't understand why a gold would choose to lay her clutch in the dampness of the forest rather than the beaches.
Entranced by each little hatchling, it was a shock when the domestic feline belonging to one of the women in teh village pounced on the clutch, most had dried their wings and now blinked between in terror, only one - half hatched - and the bronze brother trying to help her hatch were vunerable. Crys had been terrified, there was no denying that, but the mometn the little gold that hatched gave a cry of pain, she'd thrown whatever was handy at the feline, rushing foward and picking the gold up. The bronze had disapeared the moment he'd seenher and though Crys worried for him, she was far more worried about the cuts in the golds wing sails. What if she could never fly because of it? Maybe if she was treated quickly, she'd be okay.
It wasn't until she had healed and then took to clinging to Crys at every chance that she realised the gold now looked to her, and there named her. Chrissa. Not long after Chrissa's recovery, her mother told her the truth about her lineage, Crys merely blinked at her and told her she'd known, it didn't take that much to work it out. Her siblings were tanned, she was pale, they had fair hair, hers was dark. It didn't take a genius. When the brown landed in the hold, searching for candidates, Crys - and most of her family - were shocked when the brown instantly moved to her, nudging her and speaking with the softest voice. You hear me. You will make a good candidate, and you will come... Yes? Never had anyone asked her for anything, she was merely told, nodding mutely, Crys had glanced back at her family. Would she finally be free? Aparrently not, as her brother was chosen much later witht eh wry comment of: Bad tempered boy, he'll learn. Perhaps a dragon hatchling will sit on him. Crys was half glad her brother was coming, and at the same time, dismayed. Still, the only thing Crys has her brother can't match is the ability to hear all dragons.
Pets: Gold flitt Chrissa
Gold Flit Chrissa.
Description: Tiny for a gold flit, Chrissa can not be ignored. Her hide is coloured a bright gold, her wing membrane a slightly rusty colour. Her lithe body makes her agile and quick but tends to burn out her energy too qucikly. She has a slight problem with her right wing from a feline attack as a hatchling. Scars mar the right wing membrane from afore mentioned attack.
Personality: Erratic, Chrissa obeys no one but Crys. For some obsucure reason she is very protective of her handler and would prefer if no one talked to her, let alone came within arms reach. She loves treats adn compliments, and though a bit scatter-brained at times, is rather intelligent.
Name: Prince
Species: Flitt
Colour: Rainbow
Age: Hatchling
Mate: -
Name Change:
Color Preferences: Any
Colors NOT wanted: Any
Magical Password: Firelizard
Age: 15 turns
Rank: Candidate
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Hetero
Looks: Crys is tiny, she's well aware of that, and it's honestly quite a surprise that she doesn't get noticed because of it. Standing below the average height at 5'4", Crys is definately small. She hates it, but there's really nothing she can do about it. Despite her height, or perhaps because of it, Crys tends to blend in with her surroundings, whether that be a gather or simply a meal, if Crys doesn't want to be seen, it's unlikely she will be. Thin to the point of it being slightly unhealthy, Crys is mostly in proportion to the rest of her, though tends to hide any shape her body may have under loose, and long clothing.
Crys' skin is as pale as death and this worries many, since the girl seems to be suffering constantly from illness or fear. Naturally inherited from her father though, Crys' skin is very sensitive, and thus can't spend much time under Rukbat's rays due to the chance of burns. Unlike Kaiser, and many of her siblings, Crys' hair is of the deepest ebony colouring, marking her as different from her siblings in the most obvious way. Thick, and long, Crys has grown it to a length of the ends brushing the area beneath her shoulder-blades, not extremely long, nor short in anyway. Curling around her fave in playful waves that seem to accent the quiet beauty Crys has. Her eyes are very unique her left eye is a intruiging blue-grey colouring, while the right is green, with a circle of a goldish brown around the pupil. Giving her a mysterious and aloof appearance. Her eyes are framed by thick lashes, giving the girl a flirtatious appearance.
Her facial features are soft, delicate and extremely expressive, emotions flitter across her face quickly and she is both quick to smile and frown. Crys never hides her emotions, every single one written across her face. Across her small nose and cheeks is the smallest splatter of freckles, a mere feathering. Crys has a very soft voice, the type that makes people wonder at such sweetness, though can put massive amounts of power behind it and thus rarely needs to raise her voice.
Personality: Outwardly, Crys is a shy young woman and draws back from any socail situation. She's almost completely terrified of socializing, due to the restrictions Kai has put on her life. On top of this, she finds it nearly impossible to talk to people, especially males, flinching away from sudden movements or harsh voices like they will hurt her. Often, she will stammer when talking, though this is simply nerves and she will attempt to hide behind anyone she can.
Crysania is really quite clever, she can work most problems out and finds solutions others may not, however, she tends to hold back on voicing opinions, and will stay silent until asked. Even then, she may just mutely shake her head with a terrified look at her brother. On first meeting Crys, one will find themselves completely locked out of her life, she tends to come across as rude, or cold, though this is only an attempt to protect herself adn others. In her mind, if she doesn't open up, or care for others, they can't get hurt, and neither can she.
Once the ice is broken, Crys can be quite the amazing companion, quick to laugh and joke in a safe environment, she smiles more openly, and is happy to do anything for her friends. Very loyal, Crys would do anything to stop her friends being hurt, and is very secretive, it can take years to completely get to know Crys. Trustworthy, if something is told to Crys in confidence, nothing will make her break that promise or tell what had been told, she holds to her word, even if it hurts. Friendly and quite naieve, Crys is also extremely stubborn. Nothing changes her mind once she's got an idea in her head.
History: Born and raised in a small mining hold, Crys was different from her siblings right from the start. Concieved of a night of ill-judgement and too much wine, Crys' father had never been in her life. After her husband's death, Cayina went into depression, and in that one night of seeking comfort, she gained Crys. Born with a shock of dark hair and mismatched eyes, it wasn't hard for her older siblings to put two and two together, that and there was no way she could be their father's daughter.
Small and sweet right from the beginning, there was no way Crys would work alongside her brothers in the mines, even if she liked the darkness. Her mother put forward the idea of being a watch-wher handler, and it was a dream Crys - at a tiny age of seven - latched onto. She had no flitters and her brother said often she wasn't worthy of anything, even an ugly wher, so a dragon was out of the question. Eggs proved harder to get than they had thought, and the plan fell through, Crys' attention turning to healing as she followed the hold's healer about.
Though she never told anyone, it was plainly obvious right from a young age that the little girl was either extremely clumsy, hard to believe when she moved so gracefully, or someone had taken a definate disliking to her. The bruises becoming worse and more often as she got older, still, Crys kept her mouth shut as she focused on healing flitts. Even so, as she grew up, she drew away from everyone, becoming withdrawn and jumpy and wandering about the lush forests on her own. Not intelligent, she'd admit, but it was a place she escaped her brother's brutal treatment. It was there she witnessed the firelizard hatching that brought her Chrissa. Even now, years on from her thirteenth turn, she can't understand why a gold would choose to lay her clutch in the dampness of the forest rather than the beaches.
Entranced by each little hatchling, it was a shock when the domestic feline belonging to one of the women in teh village pounced on the clutch, most had dried their wings and now blinked between in terror, only one - half hatched - and the bronze brother trying to help her hatch were vunerable. Crys had been terrified, there was no denying that, but the mometn the little gold that hatched gave a cry of pain, she'd thrown whatever was handy at the feline, rushing foward and picking the gold up. The bronze had disapeared the moment he'd seenher and though Crys worried for him, she was far more worried about the cuts in the golds wing sails. What if she could never fly because of it? Maybe if she was treated quickly, she'd be okay.
It wasn't until she had healed and then took to clinging to Crys at every chance that she realised the gold now looked to her, and there named her. Chrissa. Not long after Chrissa's recovery, her mother told her the truth about her lineage, Crys merely blinked at her and told her she'd known, it didn't take that much to work it out. Her siblings were tanned, she was pale, they had fair hair, hers was dark. It didn't take a genius. When the brown landed in the hold, searching for candidates, Crys - and most of her family - were shocked when the brown instantly moved to her, nudging her and speaking with the softest voice. You hear me. You will make a good candidate, and you will come... Yes? Never had anyone asked her for anything, she was merely told, nodding mutely, Crys had glanced back at her family. Would she finally be free? Aparrently not, as her brother was chosen much later witht eh wry comment of: Bad tempered boy, he'll learn. Perhaps a dragon hatchling will sit on him. Crys was half glad her brother was coming, and at the same time, dismayed. Still, the only thing Crys has her brother can't match is the ability to hear all dragons.
Pets: Gold flitt Chrissa
Gold Flit Chrissa.
Description: Tiny for a gold flit, Chrissa can not be ignored. Her hide is coloured a bright gold, her wing membrane a slightly rusty colour. Her lithe body makes her agile and quick but tends to burn out her energy too qucikly. She has a slight problem with her right wing from a feline attack as a hatchling. Scars mar the right wing membrane from afore mentioned attack.
Personality: Erratic, Chrissa obeys no one but Crys. For some obsucure reason she is very protective of her handler and would prefer if no one talked to her, let alone came within arms reach. She loves treats adn compliments, and though a bit scatter-brained at times, is rather intelligent.
Name: Prince
Species: Flitt
Colour: Rainbow
Age: Hatchling
Mate: -
Name Change:
Color Preferences: Any
Colors NOT wanted: Any
Magical Password: Firelizard
