Post by mousy on Aug 30, 2011 3:01:50 GMT -5
username: mousy
character number: first~
ignore the glasses…
.: name :: A'zira . Formerly Aziraphale
.: pronunciation :: Ah-zee-rah . Ah-zee-rah-fah-lee
.: age :: 19 Turns
.: gender :: Male
.: sexuality :: Gayer than a tree full of monkeys on Nitrous Oxide.
.: rank :: Blackrider
.: wing ::
.: status :: Healthy
.: appearance ::
.: Father :: Kin'rod of Blue Schaeangoth
.: Brother :: Iaon of Blue Iaosk
.: Half-brother :: D’evan of Brown Elith
.: Sisters :: Emflor of Black Aziloth . Abani of Green Abanisk
.: Half-sister :: Delsrae
.: Adopted half-sister :: Jelsren[/justify][/ul]
the cookie dough bronze
Name: Flocke
Age: Newly hatched
Gender: Male
Rank: Bronze
Species: Firelizard
Appearance:
Personality:
Egg:
Hatching Scene:
Parentage: Wild
character number: first~
ignore the glasses…
.: name :: A'zira . Formerly Aziraphale
.: pronunciation :: Ah-zee-rah . Ah-zee-rah-fah-lee
.: age :: 19 Turns
.: gender :: Male
.: sexuality :: Gay
.: rank :: Blackrider
.: wing ::
.: status :: Healthy
.: appearance ::
[/justify] .: personality ::5’6” . Average build and weight . Shoulder-length blonde hair . Murky-green eyes
A’zira isn’t the sort of person you’d pick out in a crowd, particularly not as a Blackrider, but, well, he’s a Blackrider; not much more to be said there. Not a particularly tall and striking one, but one all the same. It’s not that he’s that bad looking: from the right angle, he’s actually quite handsome. Just… he doesn’t particularly look like a Blackrider - or anything to do with dragons (although that might be the acrophobia). But, even from an early age, he was pushed in to dragon-riding, dragon-watching, dragon-helping and… well, anything with the word ‘dragon’, a hyphen and a verb (dragon-feeding, dragon-watering - you get the idea). Thus, he is relatively adjusted to dragons, although not to say that he isn’t scared of heights. He is, yes.
A’zira is just about average height for a male, if a bit under, standing at all of 5’6”, or 5’6.5” if he’s pushing it. Usually, though, he looks shorter than this, because he’s hunched over or sitting or resting his head on something, or purposely trying not to be seen (hiding from somebody, perhaps? Yes, probably). Still, it works well for him. He’s an unmemorable person; why not an unmemorable height? Like his weight (ten-ish stone, if you simply must know), it works well. He is rather average in weight and build; he is rather average in height. In fact, the only particularly remarkable about A’zira is his hair.
A’zira has relatively long hair: as far as shoulder-length hair is long for a boy, that is, A’zira has long hair. He’s been meaning to cut it a lot lately, but has never quite gotten around to it. Just the way these things go. Still, though, his hair is a golden-blonde colour, like the sun. He likes his hair, certainly. Probably the reason he doesn’t cut it is that he likes it long. It’s slightly wavy; not curly, just vaguely (and nondescriptly, like the rest of him) wavy. Not particularly unpleasant. If it was straightened out, it would come just about down to the bottom of his shoulders, and he can kid himself that it does if he hunches his shoulders up.
Lastly, A’zira has murky-green eyes. They aren’t extremely interesting: they look like staring in to a murky, green pond more than anything else, although his eyes aren’t unpleasant. Although they would be if you didn’t like murky, green ponds. Just another thing that isn’t particularly interesting about A’zira. Actually, the only interesting thing about him is that he Impressed Ibath.
…
Ibath is much more memorable than him.
.: history ::Patient . Polite . Quiet . Trypanophobic . Gentle . Shy . Caring . Rather dim-witted . Idealistic . Acrophobic . Spineless . Cultured . Unmemorable . Calls everybody ‘dear’ . ‘Wears his heart on his sleeve’ . Peaceful . Over-apologetic
A’zira is exactly what his appearance would suggest: an extremely polite, spineless young man who externalizes his emotions like crazy. That is exactly what he is, more-or-less. There isn’t that much depth to his personality; he is, pretty much, exactly as he appears - he likes peace and quiet, and to sit alone with a cup of something hot to drink during winter, or, alternatively, something cold during summer. Although he doesn’t particularly mind; just so long as it’s quiet. It is certainly extremely nice to enjoy a bit of peace and quiet, and that is what A’zira tends to do, even though he is a Dragon-Rider now. Somehow, he always manages to find himself a little time away from the others; it’s actually rather easy to, when he wants to.
A’zira is, though, extremely polite: he addresses everyone with “Sir” or “Ma’am”, even if he doesn’t need to, and he apologizes - a lot. And even if he doesn’t need to. Quite a lot of the other Riders (and other people in general) see it as a major personality flaw, which it probably is. Although it sometimes helps: if he just apologizes, he sometimes manages to get called “polite”, and Faranth knows that he needs that: he doesn’t know why though; he just knows that it is a good thing to be referred to as polite. He knows it won’t get him off a punishment, but it can sometimes serve to soften to blow a little, although his quietness will do that sometimes, too (although some people will be insulted by it): A’zira rarely opens his mouth, and when he does, he tends to be extremely softly-spoken, so that he is barely audible. This can either be described as “bloody annoying”, or it can be “bloody cute”, although it rather tends to lean towards the former, particularly these days - he’s often snapped at to speak up, although he rarely does: it isn’t in his nature to speak loudly.
Despite all of this, though, A’zira isn’t actually particularly intelligent. Actually, he can be described as a raging idiot. An extremely sweet and polite raging idiot, but a raging idiot all the same. He honestly seems completely witless: “When all his wits are about him,” his father once said, “they are just about enough to fill this pot.” It was a very small pot. But he makes up for this dim-wittedness by seeming extremely cultured, although the accent helps somewhat with that: he sounds rather a lot like Stephen Fry. How strange. Although, with that accent, the fact he calls everyone ‘dear’ sounds nothing short of normal, and so he calls everyone dear, whether he likes them or not (although he tends to be rather strained when he calls someone he isn’t so fond of ‘dear’: “We get on rather well, isn’t that right, Abani, dear.” You can practically hear him gritting his teeth).
Still, though, A’zira is extremely caring. If he found an injured… something (puppy? Cat? Child? Bird? Take your pick) on the side of a road, he would, no doubt, try and get it back to full health and generally become extremely attached to it, because that’s what he does. And he would ‘know’ that it would get better, because he is an idealist like that. A’zira is extremely naпve and hopeful, and, as a result, extremely over-emotional. He really wears his heart on his sleeve, and the slightest thing will make him cry. Yes, A’zira cries rather more than is necessary. It really annoyed his siblings no end, and he would get slapped when he started crying. It didn’t help, no, but… well. They were like that - particularly Abani. And Iaon. And… Emflor.
…
Oh my.
Getting rapidly back on track, A’zira has two fears, and these fears are a fear of needles (and sharp, pointy things in general) and heights.
Wait - heights? A Dragon-Rider who is afraid of heights? How strange.
Yes, as strange as it seems, A’zira is terrified of heights, and has often been known to observe that it would be wonderful to have a more unusual fear - and one more… suited to a Dragon-Rider. Faranth only knows why he got Searched (“Couldn’t they have Searched somebody else?”), but he did. He’s slowly getting over that fear, though, and looking forward to the day that he can look at the sky without feeling as though there are a million pointy things sticking in to him.
Because that really isn’t pleasant.
[/justify] .: family ::A’zira is one of those people lucky enough to have an extremely uneventful past: he was born, after three siblings (Iaon, Emflor and Abani), to Bluerider Kin'rod and Redrider Kaedleigh, whom he never really saw: he know she had two children, though: a boy called Dжvan and a girl called Delsrae. And many more children besides, probably. However, these two children never really bothered him; the two little families were completely separate, and life went on. That… was pretty much as much as “his mother’s side of the family” bothered him: they were just people; unimportant people, but people no less. And so life happened.
The oldest three children - triplets - were one year older than A’zira (who, because he wasn’t born bonded to a dragon, was called Aziraphale back then), and the relatively-large family was extremely happy, although the triplets tended to leave little Aziraphale out of their games, saying that he was too young (which was, if you were to ask Azi, remarkably unfair: they were, after all, only one year older than him, and he looked to be around the same age). Still, he loved his siblings, even if they could be a bit mean to him.
Indeed, Azi’s early life was extremely uneventful: he was called Azi by everyone who wasn’t Emflor, who insisted on calling him Az, and his father, who called him Zira. In fact, if you’d called him Aziraphale on his fifth Turnday, he probably wouldn’t have known who you were talking to, and assumed you meant somebody else. Just the way it was, he supposed.
Now, because his father was a Bluerider, of Blue Schaeangoth, all four children were around dragons from a very early age, and, because Schaeangoth was always a very accepting dragon, he didn’t particularly object to little hands patting him or being offered bits of random not-food things, and would pretend to eat it, and then give the whatever-it-was to Kin’rod, who would quietly dispose of it, and then inform the child who had given it to the Blue dragon that he had really appreciated it, thank you. And the children would always believe it, and… well, it kept life very easy for both of them. Schaeangoth actually quite liked all the attention; the children’s father found giving them to the Blue to watch for a few minutes was a good way to get away from being a single father for a while. Certainly, they got by quite fine: Kin’rod fought Thread on the occasions that it fell over Solace, and returned with stories to tell his children, and they always drank them up.
Apart from Aziraphale, that is. He would always slink off elsewhere when his father told his siblings about the rest of life, particularly stories about flying high above the clouds and looking down on the Weyr and waving (which he did very often, because his older children found it entertaining), and he couldn’t be persuaded to stay.
Well, it didn’t take forever for Kin’rod to discover that his son was frightened of heights, and he decided to just ignore Azi slinking off to be on his own, and carry on recounting his tales to Emflor, Iaon and Abani while Aziraphale hid in another room. It didn’t really bother Kin’rod; in his mind everyone was entitled to their fears, so it hardly bothered him.
A few years later, when the triplets were twelve turns old, they and Aziraphale were playing outside (well, the triplets were playing outside: Aziraphale was watching them play outside and wanting to play with them), there was a loud flapping of large wings and a Blue dragon descended from the sky.
Hah~ I knew I would find you eventually! You three triplets; you have the potential to be great DragonRiders and WherHandlers. Come with me!
And so they left.
Aziraphale had rushed inside by that time, so he didn’t see the Blue between back to Solace, and he stayed inside for the rest of that day, not leaving until he was sure that another dragon wouldn’t appear out of seemingly nowhere, and disappear in to equally nowhere.
Eeek…
The rest of that turn passed, and the next, with very little happening. Aziraphale’s life happened and so did his father’s, and Schaeangoth’s life did likewise. Azi still refused to hear any stories about flight or… or… Threadfall. He was too scared to.
And then, when Azi was thirteen turns and one season old, a Blue dragon descended from the sky while Azi was playing happily outside with a friend whose name has long-since faded in to nothingness, and that dragon brought with him a message.
Aziraphale! Come with me, for you have Rider’s blood. You will be a great DragonRider or WherHandler.
“I’m sorry about him,” the dragon’s rider said. He smiled. I’m P'augh, and this is Ocorith. You should come back with us: being a DragonRider is amazing. Seriously.” P’augh offered his hand, and Aziraphale convinced himself to go back with him.
They betweened back to Solace, and, although when they returned Azi was a jittering wreck, he let P’augh show him the Candidates’ Barracks, and started Standing that week.
It was then that he first met Kireawel, who was another Candidate at Solace, the same age as Azi, and, because Azi found that he had very little in common with any of the other Candidates and Kireawel had found himself at a similar loose end, the two of them started hanging around together.
It’s a risky business, hanging around with other people, because they might just prove to be a bad influence, and that’s just what… well, it’s just what Kireawel wasn’t, to be completely honest. He was pleasant and kind, and, as it turned out, just as scared of heights as Azi was.
“To be honest, I’d be better off as a Wher Candidate.”
“Whers fly, dear…”
“Aaagh! Aziiii! Shut uuup!”
“… You’re being much louder, dear.”
“Yeah- but- oh, I don’t even know any more…”
The first Hatching that Aziraphale visited with Kireawel, both of them failed to Impress. This went on for ages, until one day…
“Azi, I seriously don’t understand why we don’t just stop being Candidates now. I mean, ‘seems as though we’d both be better off, right?”
“Well, I suppose so, dear… But I can’t help but think we should overcome our fears…”
Kireawel spluttered. Azi couldn’t tell if it was with laughter or shock, because it could easily have been either - or both. He decided to ignore it, and passed it off as the latter.
The two stood together, Kireawel looking anxiously around every few seconds, and Azi trying not to bite his lip hard enough for it to bleed.
“Ehh… Azi, don’t look now, but…”
By the time Azi looked at Kireawel - or rather the spot where Kireawel had been -, a small Black dragon was sitting, tail gathered around her feet, staring seriously up at her.
Ah. A’zira. I have had quite a challenge finding you, she said in a soft voice. I... am Ibath.
The newly-named A’zira looked over at Kireawel, who was now pretending to be elsewhere (he didn’t quite know how that worked, but it did. Kireawel was pretending to be elsewhere, somehow), although he waved when A’zira and Ibath left the sands.
Two turns passed, and A’zira failed miserably to overcome his fear of heights, and is bad with flying in general to this very day.
One thing he has discovered, however, is that Ibath is an extremely good companion.
.: Father :: Kin'rod of Blue Schaeangoth
.: Brother :: Iaon of Blue Iaosk
.: Half-brother :: D’evan of Brown Elith
.: Sisters :: Emflor of Black Aziloth . Abani of Green Abanisk
.: Half-sister :: Delsrae
.: Adopted half-sister :: Jelsren[/justify][/ul]
*****
the cookie dough bronze
Name: Flocke
Age: Newly hatched
Gender: Male
Rank: Bronze
Species: Firelizard
Appearance:
As is fitting for a flit having hatched from one of the largest eggs in the clutch, this boy is big. Easily the largest that a bronze can get and still be within his normal range, he'll reach a good three feet long if he finds enough to eat through the first months of his life. And he will, because if there is anything that this bronze is driven to do, it is to find food. Currently he's a handsome little thing, dark, yellowish-bronze all over with lighter dapples and smudges over his hide. His ventral surface is lighter than his dorsal, so it's quite the lovely surprise to see him lift his wings and flash gold out at you. As he ages, though, he is going to grow, in every meaning of the word. This flit loves food, loves it, so by the time he's reached full growth he won't only be among the longest of bronzes at the weyr — he'll be by far the "doughiest" as well
Personality:
Arrogant . Conniving . Possessive . Gluttonous
Egg:
THE COOKIE DOUGH EGG → The Cookie Dough Egg is large, second in size only to the French Vanilla Egg. It is warm golden brown over most of it, and looks to have a slightly slick, grainy texture to it, like damp sand. Here and there are small chips of dark brown, spotting the shell and making it hard to see despite its size as it blends rather well into the sand. It's a rough-and-ready kind of egg, charismatic and overwhelming in its personality, so that once you notice it it's hard to pay attention to anything else.
Hatching Scene:
It seemed that a lull had appeared in the hatching; with several of the clutch's eggs hatched, the remaining few seemed to be taking a bit of a break. They were the quieter eggs, not as excitable as many of those who had hatched already, but they were good eggs in their way. For now all three rested almost motionless, only the occasional tap coming from one or another, until gradually the Cookie Dough Egg began rocking more firmly. A small hole appeared in the otherwise whole shell, and that hole lengthened into a line that began to spread, circling the egg until the top of it could be pushed deliberately away from the whole.
Following the jagged lid, a dappled bronze head poked out of the egg. It waited for a moment before proceeding further, followed by a large bronze body until the entire young flit was standing on the sands. The sleek little creature stumbled a few steps, gazing around at all the big, stupid-looking creatures who were staring at it. Pitiful. Fixing his eye on one of the more timid-looking ones, he flared his wings and flew directly at it, careening off at the last moment with a look of mad glee. Circling back, he steadied into a glide and came to a stop clinging to A'zira's clothes. This rider would be his, and his alone. But, and he nipped his new pet to command his attention, before anything else, he needed FOOD!
Parentage: Wild
