Loweray & Donnaganth }{ Brownrider, plz

[beastiepie]

Username:

Beastiepie

Character Number:

two

Name:

Loweray

Age:

26

Gender:

female

Sexuality:

homosexual

Rank:

brownrider

Wing:

---

Status:

fighting fit

Appearance:

-"nice rack";; muscular;; loose fitting, dark clothes;; a few scars;; penchant for making odd faces

Personality:

-crude;; 'masculine';; easygoing;; demands respect;; argumentative;; slight anger issues

History:

- big family with only brothers;; desling with sexuality issues;; searched;; impression;; job (or whatever)

Family:

Grealaw - father
Milianant - mother

[beastiepie]

Name:

Donnaganth

Age:

8 turns

Gender:

Male

Rank:

Brown

Code:

77510F BF8623

Status:

a bit scarred up, but otherwise fine

Size:

34 feet

Appearance:

Personality:

Bitter, Smothering, Possessive, Duplicitous

Mindvoice:

Donnaganth's mindvoice is that of a grumpy old man. It's loud and rough, as if he's gargling gravels. On some accounts it can be surprising. He likes portraying images and feeling rather than actually speak to anyone, so most would assume his voice to be soft and quiet. People who assume this get quiet the shock when he speaks to them and his voice booms so loud it blocks out all thought. In a way he likes to use this against people, and will intentionally scream when speaking to someone he dislikes.

Egg:

The Hearty Handpie Egg

One of the larger eggs in the Sweets Shop Clutch. The Hearty Handpie looks warm and inviting. The egg's shell looks like warm, perfectly browned crust. A few flecks of white spatter the egg in places, just as sugar would the egg's namesake. Just looking at this egg can almost make one taste the fine powdering of cinnamon. It seems fat and full, as if it's oozy center is just ready to burst. But it's wise to be wary, for Handpie's are notorious for sometimes holding pits.....

Hatching Scene:

In the midst of the mild drama with the Crispy Crunch Egg, no one had really noticed that the Hearty Handpie Egg had begun to shake. It wasn't as violent as some as it's brothers and sisters, more of a slight tremor than anything. Regardless, a few small cracks spider webbed around the middle, slowly growing. In a sudden turn of events, the egg next to it, the Burnt Butterscotch Egg began to shake rather violently. It wobbled from side to side, knocking into the Hearty Handpie a few times. When it did, the Handpie egg simply..... fell over. The top of the egg popped off clean, leaving a very disgruntled looking Brown climbing out of the bottom.

He took his own sweet time of it, to. After he had escaped, he shook any loose flecks of shell from his form and sat down. He inspected his shell closely, as if it was the most important thing in the world, before finally snorting and standing back up. His eyes looked over the other other dragons gathered, then out into the stands; his Mine was not there. He didn't even glance at the girls as he went by them, so sure was he that his Mine was a boy.

He inspected each boy carefully as he trotted past them, snorting at them in disdain when they weren't up to his criteria. when e reached the end of the line, he became distressed; if he had not been so sure that his Mine was somewhere in this room, he would have went between right then. He turned the other way, giving the boys a once over again. He was not there. A little more frantic now, he decided to look at the girls after all.

Again his inspection was careful, but more urgent than before. None of these girls were for him, and he was getting more disgruntled. But then he saw a girl who was busy chewing her nails and spacing out. It was then he knew. Here you are, Mine. I must say, you not what I expected you to be, LowerMine, not at all. He sat in in front of her, his eyes swirling the rainbow of Impression. He thumped her foot with his tail, then spoke again: Come, Mine. I am hungry and would like you to feed me now.

Parentage:

NPC Gold x NPC Bronze