Akira's Characters

[Akira]

Name:
Rayas {R'as}

Pronunciation:
Ray - as

Age:
17 Turns

Season Born In:
Summer

Gender:
Male

Sexuality:
Bisexual {Female Preference}

Appearance:
Rayas is 6'1" and weights 160 pounds. He is tall, and thin, with very long legs. He has short, sandy blonde hair that he let's hang wherever it pleases. As far as he can remember, his hair's always been like that. He also has pale green eyes that always seem to shine. He is very expressive, so don't be surprised to see him smiling one moment, then scowling the next. It can be quite confusing to some, but to those that know him, it's just normal.

Rayas usually wears baggy clothes because he says they're more comfortable than tighter clothes. He's almost always wearing pants and boots, and will very rarely wear anything dressy. He doesn't like dress clothes because he thinks they make them stand out, something he really doesn't like. He usually is also wearing darker colors like black, dark blue, brown and the like. He's always wearing boots, even his dress shoes are boots. No one really understands why, not even himself.

Personality:
Rayas is a very happy, and friendly person. He almost always sees the glass as half-full, and loves to cheer others up. He loves making his friends laugh, but doesn't consider himself a clown. Though...some of his friends would beg to differ. He can be very goofy, even a little ditsy, but don't let that fool you. He is actually a very intelligent person, even if it doesn't seem like it when you meet him.

Rayas is very energetic...as long as it's after eleven in the morning, and before midnight at night. Those are the times when he's really lazy, and doesn't want to do anything. When he isn't thinking about food, which is very rarely, he's usually thinking of ways to have fun. Or get in trouble, whichever comes first really. Normally the later happens well before the former. Though, that almost never bothers him, and for some reason he always finds a way to weasel himself out of big trouble.

Even though he can be a real clown, he's actually very polite, and knows his manners. He's a real loyal guy, and would never turn his back on a friend. After all, he was taught to treat others the way he wanted to be treated. He's also very respectful, and tries hard not to encroach on another person's personal space. Key word, tries. he's not always successful though, and always apologizes if he hurts someone's feelings, or upsets them.

Family:
Ar'rex - Father - 29 - Rider of Brown Sithorath/Weyrleader
Leyanas - Mother - 46 - Head Cook

Location:
Southern - Trelis

Rank:
Dragon Weyrling

History
Rayas was born to the head cook of Southern Weyr, and Brown rider Ar'rex. Needless to say he's spent more time with his mother than his father. His two parents met after a queen flight eighteen turns ago. As far as he knows, neither of his parents have had much contact with each other after that day. His mother returned to her duties as the head cook, and his father went back to being a dragon rider. He does know that his mother has never sought out his father.

Rayas' mother never really told him much about who his father was, except that he was an exceptional brown rider. So he spent most of his free time pretending he knew his father, and acting as though they spent a great deal of time together. Then, the turn of his twelfth birthday, he got the chance to meet his father face to face at the fall gather. Rayas was there to help his mother serve food and drinks, and unfortunately he got saddled with the job of handing out cups of klah and wine.

Rayas was on his way back to talk to his mother when he saw her talking to a strange man. After cautiously sneaking closer to the two adults, his mother finally noticed him, and called him over. He was introduced to Ar'rex, and the man was introduced to his son. From that day on, Rayas has done everything he could to make his father proud of him. When he became a candidate, he thought the man would be happy, but till this day, Rayas is still unsure of whether or not his father is proud of him.

When Rayas' father was declared Weyrleader of Trelis, he did everything he could to get transferred over so that he could stay somewhat close to his father, and prove to him that he would become a great dragon rider some day. When he found out that his request to be transferred had been accepted, it didn't take him long to pack all of his things, and get ready for the trip to his new home, and the continuation of his dreams to gain his father's approval.

Craft:
Cooking

Ranking:
Apprentice

Strengths:
Making desserts, and some simple meals.

Weaknesses:
Complex foods



Dragon

Ebony Virath

((This is not my artwork))

Pronunciation: Veer-ah-th
Age: Hatchling
Rank:Ebony
Size: 23.7 Feet {Currently 4.7ft.}
Color Codes:
Base: 232323

Appearance:
Like many of the new colors, Virath is a perfect example of an Ebony dragon. They are between Blues and Whites in size, ranging from a small Blue to a Large White. Virath himself is about 23.7 ft. He has long proportions, and seems lanky and thin all the time. You will never see this dragon have any sort of additional fat to him.

Personality:
Dreamer, loving and unrealistic; these all describe Virath. The embodiment of hope, he's a fleeting thing; here one moment and gone the next. Though warm while around, he is incapable of acting on his own and will sooner hide away than fight someone. If he is backed though, he will gladly stand for what he believes in. Besides this, Virath often can be found getting lost in thought. He’ll apologize afterwards, but he can’t help it. He likes to think about what things could be like, especially if he wasn’t so shy. However, he is shy…very shy. He likes people when they come to him, but if he’s the one having to start a conversation, no way no how. This is especially with females. *If you’ve seen Big Bang Theory, he’s like Raj. He can’t talk to girls easily unless he’s “drunk” on flightlust.*

Mind-Voice:
I love you so much, you're just what I wanted. Oh...I'm Virath by the way.
Happy, and yet sorrowful at the same time, Virath's voice is that of the old man thinking wistfully about something. Yet, it's in a youngster's voice. It's amazingly high-pitched for what one might expect as well.

Why:
You have hopes too Mine, and I know that you understand me when I say I want to do things. You'll be there to push me into the fray, and you'll never leave me. Of this I am absolutely sure. You want to prove something, and I want to help you, together we will make all our wishes come true.

[Akira]

((This is not my artwork))

Name:
Pandora

Nick-Name:
Ra

Pronunciation:
Pan - Door - Ah

Age:
16 Turns

Season Born In:
Summer

Gender:
Female

Sexuality:
Bisexual {Male Preference}

Appearance:
Pandora is six (6) feet tall and weights 151 pounds. She is very tall and has a small build, but more than half of her weight is muscle. She is very deceptively feminine, and delicate looking. Even though she is strong and can take care of herself, when you first look at her shape you might not think so. She might not take great care of her appearance, but most say she has a sort of radiating wild beauty about her.

Pandora's hair is black, but kind of a faded black in color, and is all different lengths. The longest strand of her hair is chin length, and she never allows her hair to grow any longer than that. She thinks long hair is just way to great a hassle. She has very dark blue eyes that seem almost black and soulless at times. There are the few rare times that her eyes don't seem so dark, or soulless. During these times her eyes seem to shine with mischievous intent.

Personality:
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Confidant, strong willed, brave, loyal, trustworthy, quietly proud, patient, hard working, cunning, calculating, and somewhat playful.

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Stubborn, strong willed, EXTREMELY Blunt, cunning, calculating, cold, distrustful, persistent, and cautious.

Confidence, it is difficult to look at Pandora without seeing this trait. It's obvious from the very way that she carries herself, to the way she speaks. She never has a doubt in herself, and never feels the need for others to confirm anything for her. She hates to rely on others for anything. It doesn't matter what her situation is, she likes to do things for herself, her way. Anyone that threatens this, is an enemy in her eyes. It doesn't matter who they are, an enemy is an enemy.

Pandora is a very strong willed individual, and even though this can be a good thing, it is also a bad thing. This is also the reason people have called her stubborn and persistent. She never backs down from anything, even if she's on the loosing end of a fight, she will never back down. She has been called cold, cunning, and calculating. At times these traits have been a positive thing for her, and have actually helped to save her life a couple of times.

Pandora is a very cautious person, but won't hold anything back when it comes to telling someone what she thinks of them. She's never really been one to hold back, and be gentle when it comes to talking to others. She says what's on her mind and doesn't care if it hurts other people's feelings. She is a very distrusting individual, and it takes a LOT to get her to open up. So if you want to be her friend, be ready for a very long fight.

Pandora is a proud person, but don't expect her to go around bragging to other people. Instead, she shows her pride in her own strange way. She is a very hard working individual, and again this is where her persistence, and stubbornness come into play. She puts her all into whatever it is she's working on, and never leaves a job half finished. The only time she ever leaves something half done is if her life depends on it. Which is almost never, so don't expect her to start now.

Pandora has a hidden side to her personality. It is a sweet, and playful side that almost no one ever gets to see. The only time this side of her personality will show, is when someone has truly gained her complete, and unwavering trust and loyalty. Once gained, it is actually very easy to loose her trust. So be extra careful once you've gained it not to do something that you might regret later.

Family:
Pan'lir - Father - 46 - Rank Unknown
Dotyala - Mother - 40 - Rank Unknown
Siblings - Unknown
Grandma - 79 - Retired Drudge

Location:
Sollace - Trelis

Rank:
Dragon Weyrling

History
Pandora doesn't remember much of her past, except for the fact that she lost her parents when she was very young. She doesn't know what happened to her parents, or her memory. All she knows is that she can't remember anything that happened before she turned ten. Which means that her oldest memory is that of someone finding her, bloody and bruised, wondering the streets of Sollace Hold. That person took her in, and nursed her back to health.

Pandora can remember the woman that had taken her in all those turns ago. It was an elderly woman who was very sweet, and very kind to her. The old woman was a drudge in Sollace, and when Ra was strong enough, Grandma started taking her with her to work. Grandma, that's what the elderly woman had told her to call her. Soon enough Ra forgot about trying to remember her old family, and focused on Grandma. She did everything she could for the old woman, and was glad for the chance to do it.

Pandora believed that by helping Grandma with her work, she was sort of paying her back for everything that she had done for her. Though Ra never did feel that she had ever done enough to pay back the old woman. When Ra turned sixteen a very bad storm hit Sollace, and unfortunately, that storm killed the only person she had ever loved. Now it is the beginning of a new turn, and Ra is living in Trelis Weyr with the rest of the refugees. Even though she hasn't made any connections with anyone in the Weyr, she has started to think of the place as home.



Dragon

Brown Guarximuth

Pronunciation: Gar-zih-muh-th
Rank: Brown
Size: 35 Feet {Currently 7ft.}
Color Codes:
Base: B8A98F
Marking 1: DBD2C2
Marking 2: 7B694A

Appearance:
A sturdy, muscular brown who sits just above average in the size scale. His body is the perfect example of toned beauty, with just the right amount of muscle to show off his strength and intimidate where necessary, but also subtle enough that he doesn't look abnormal or overly bulky. He has pretty average anatomy, as far as browns go. His neck and tail are both perfectly proportioned to his body, and wings are just the right size to carry him with a fair balance of speed and stamina. It is easy to see, however, that the bulk of his muscle seems to be formed in his front legs, wings and chest.

His hide is a light, mocha brown colour that spreads across his form in soft bumps of shadow and light, much like the foam on the top of a cappuccino. His muzzle, wings and tail are almost white in colour, as if acting the part of the frothed milk. His markings, however, are a darker, nutmeg colour and look more like a bridle and saddle than natural markings.

Personality:
Guarximuth is a dedicated dragon, believing his call in life is to uphold the justice system at any cost. He is brave, daring, and bold, without an ounce of cowardice. He can be quite intimidating when he sets his sights on something, as he will follow through with his goals until the bitter end. He is the type of dragon who keeps his friends close and his enemies on the run, and could one day be quite the leader. He is usually a well behaved dragon, but even he has his limits and will occasionally disobey for the sake of justice, and sometimes friendship. Strangely enough, his favourite treat is fruit, such as apples.

Mind-Voice:
You there! Pandora! Something foul is afoot, I can feel it. Hurry, we must prepare and put a stop to it!

A strong-willed fellow, Guarximuth's voice is just as powerful as the rest of him. Gruff and booming, he leaves no doubt in anyone's mind that he means business. He tends to use thee, thy and thine in place of the you pronoun, and mine in place of my.

Why:
Pandora, my partner, you have all the things I need in a deputy. Your confidence, strength, loyalty, not to mention your cunning, calculative nature, will all be a great asset in our quest for justice. We will do well, you and I.

[Akira]

((This is not my artwork))

Name: Amon
Pronunciation: A - mon
Age: 22 Turns
Season Born in: Spring
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Heterosexual

Appearance: {6'2" 174lbs.}
Amon is six-foot, five inches tall and weighs one hundred and seventy-four pounds. He is a tall man with a medium build. He is strong, but you wouldn't be able to tell just by looking at him, after all, he doesn't flaunt his looks. He has shaggy, chin-length, black hair that looks really untamable. Actually that’s how he makes his hair look. It only takes a couple minutes to make it look the way it does, and he does it because he doesn't like it when he wakes up, and his hair is flat.

Amon usually wears clothing that has muted, or dull colors. He does this because he doesn't like to stand out, and feels that if he wears bright colors, that he will be more noticeable, and that’s something he doesn't want. He usually wears extremely tough leather clothing. This includes his shirts, pants and even his boots. He works too hard for normal, cloth, clothing. Though he does keep some really nice dress clothes stored away for special occasions.

Amon’s dress clothes consist of a really nice leather jacket, a dark brown cloth shirt, nice dark leather pants, and dark leather boots. It is very rare for anyone to see him wearing these clothes though, and normally only wears them during certain celebrations. These celebrations include hatchings and hatching feasts, the birth of a relative, or a friend’s child. He keeps them hidden in a very large trunk that he keeps locked at all times.

Personality:
Positives: Hard working, calm, really observant, friendly
Negatives: Really observant, persistent, stubborn

Amon is a very hard working individual, which makes him a pretty useful. He will usually do more than his own fair share of work if he is asked to. Though, when it comes to cooking…its better off left to someone else, someone that knows what they’re doing. If all the cooking was left up to him, the Weyr would starve. Oh, and it isn't a good idea to put him in charge of cleaning either. He always tries his hardest, but he just doesn't have the skills necessary to cook for others, or keep things neat and organized.

Amon is a very calm person, and doesn't like getting upset. He also does not like arguments, but this hard working man won’t hesitate to stand up for what he believes in. He’s also very stubborn and persistent, not exactly the best combination in the world. He might not like to argue, but he will stand his ground until it falls out from beneath him. There aren't many people that can avoid this, and the only ones that do are those bonded to golds.

Amon is a very friendly person, and is also really observant. There isn't really all that much that gets past him…though…he doesn’t exactly have the best sense of humor. He is a lot easier to get along with than you might think. He does have a few issues, as stated earlier, but he does his best to be a nice guy, and do what’s right. He is especially good with children, and will give the little ones candies and treats that they probably shouldn't have. So you might want to keep a close eye on him when he’s with kids.

Family:
Alton - Father - Miner - Deceased
Nemtis - Mother - Mother - Deceased
Altis - Brother - Miner - 46 Turns
Nletis - Brother - Beastcrafter - 40 Turns
Ametis - Sister - Mother - 35 Turns
Naltos - Brother - Miner - 27 Turns

Location: Little village near Trelis - Trelis Weyr
Rank: Wher Handler
Pack: Earthquake

History:
Amon’s father, Alton, had been a miner for as long as he could remember. Alton’s father had also been a miner, and so has every male on his side of the family for as long as they can remember. He’s always been a hardworking man with a strong sense of pride, and duty. His family always came first, and then his work. That’s probably why he didn't go to many of the gathers, or social events around the village or Weyr either. He had never been a very social man. That is…until he met Amon’s mother, Nemtis.

Nemtis’ family had been drudges in the Weyr for about as many generations as Alton’s family has been miners. Now she’s quite the opposite of Amon’s father. She is very laid back, and friendly woman. She was very well liked among those in the Weyr that knew her, and were quite surprised when they heard that she had fallen in love with such a strict man such as Alton. Though, who could ever really explain how love works? Either way, the two of them quickly fell in love, and started a family together.

Not long after Alton and Nemtis moved to the little village outside of Trelis together, their first child was born. It was a little boy they had decided to call Altis. Now he was a lot like his father, so it should come to no surprise that he took after his father, and became a miner as well. Six turns after Altis was born, Nemtis blessed them with yet another baby, and again it was a baby boy. They decided to call this one Nletis. He was sort of the black sheep of the family, and preferred to spend all his time with animals. This is why he now works in Trelis as one of the primary care takers for their herd-beasts.

Five turns after that another child entered the world as Alton and Nemtis’ third child. This time it was a little girl, a little girl that took after her mother. The little girl’s name was Ametis, and like her mother she was a sweet and friendly child that got along with literally everyone. You could be the meanest person on all of Pern, but one look at that sweet little girl would melt your heart. That might be because of the fact that she was born with only one arm. Her mother had had complications with birth, so they had to amputate it.

You wouldn't know it by watching her though. She was so outgoing and energetic that there had been times when Nemtis thought the child might explode because of her energy. It didn't take Ametis long to find the man of her dreams, and now she has a family of her own with two little boys of her own, and another one on the way. How she manages all those children is a miracle, but it helps that their father helps her with a lot of the harder work. So I guess it isn't so surprising that they have so many.

Eight turns after Ametis was born, Naltos, the second youngest boy of the family, was born. He too was a lot like their father, but he was much, much sweeter. He too became a miner, though…he’s had a little more luck with the ladies than either of their older brothers. He’s had more than a few girls chase after him, so it has surprised his family that he’s stayed single as long as he has, especially with the amount of beautiful women chasing after him. His father, to this day, argues with him about settling down, and starting a family of his own.

Five turns after Naltos was born, Amon came into this world. He seemed to be a perfect mix of his parents. Even as a young child he proved to be hard working, yet very friendly. He always did his best, and worked his hardest for his family. Even though he was the youngest of the family, the love of his parents was spread equally between all five of their children. Though, each one of them had their favorites of course. For Alton it was his first born son, Altis. And for Nemtis, it was their only daughter, Ametis.

Amon was eighteen when his life was drastically changed. Some would argue that it had changed for the worse, others would say that he is better of the way he is now. But for him, it really hasn't changed as much as some might think. His parents and siblings had taken him to Trelis Weyr for his birthday during the spring gather. There had been a wher clutch warming for a few weeks at that time, and as soon as the sun had set, the hatching had begun, and so his family took him to see his first ever wher hatching.

They had gotten to the hatching a little late, and were still trying to find a place to sit when the first egg hatched. It was a large bronze, and from what they had heard from the other people at the hatching, that was a good sign. Amon had just started to climb his way into the stands when a bunch of noises could be heard coming from where the mother’s kept their eggs. No one knew what was going on, and everyone stared in amazed curiosity as they waited to find out what was going on in the darkest part of the hatching sands.

No one had to wait very long to find out though. One of the eggs had hatched and the hatchling that had emerged from the shell had caused quite a commotion as he tried to find his way out of the caves so he could find His. Amon climbed back down from the stands, and watched with wide eyes as the very large brown wher hatchling looked around for the human that would be its handler. A roar could be heard coming from the mother, and you could see that the large brown was scared. He jumped and started running. He wasn't paying attention to where he had been going, and ran right into Amon.

Amonsk’s Amon please help! I not mean to cause trouble! The fear in the hatchling’s voice had the young man wrapping his arms around him protectively. They were quickly led off the sands to where the other wherlings were. Amon introduced himself and his wher to the others and asked why they had been taken off to the side. It was obvious he didn't know what to do, and thankfully a few of the others took pity on him, and taught him what he was supposed to do now that he had impressed a hatchling.

Amon’s father wasn't happy with the fact that his youngest son would be staying in the Weyr instead of following his footsteps and becoming a miner. His mother on the hand couldn't have been happier for him. She had seen many other people impress, and from what she had been told about it, it was an amazing thing. His brothers and sister were happy for him, and told him to write them often about what his life would be like as a wher handler. That was a promise he has kept to this day, and something he didn't plan on changing any time soon.

Amon and Amonsk were soon doing chores, and attending lessons as full-fledged wherlings. The feeling of having someone constantly in your head took a while to get used to, but soon enough the young man was glad to have the wher with him. They were practically inseparable, and went everywhere together. They soon started taking over chores for some of the other candidates that had more than one, and made many friends this way. Soon more than one wherling came to the pair for some help, or just to have someone to talk to.

Amon felt like time had flown by during their training, because as soon as they graduated and joined a pack, the two of them were joining in female runs. They hadn't caught many, and the ones that they did catch were all greens. Neither of the males cared about that thought there were more than a few rumors flying around about the brown pair. They didn't pay much attention to them, but after a while it did become annoying. Soon enough everyone got bored with the rumors about them, and went back to making things up about more interesting people. Now they live their lives as part of the wherhold, and do their best every day to make sure they are an asset to the Weyr.



Wher

((This is not my artwork))

Name: Amonsk
Pronunciation: A - mon - sk
Age: 4 Turns
Type: Wher
Rank: Brown
Size: 6ft.
Color Codes:
Base: A52A2A Brown
Tribal D2691E and A68064
Spotting/Dotting: E9C2A6

Appearance:
Amonsk is a very large brown, he is actually about as large as a brown wher can get. He is well proportioned, from his brown head to the tip of his brown tail. He keeps his small wings tucked closely to his side at all times, and feels that they would just ge tin his way if he ever opened them. His tail drags lazily on the ground behind him when he walks, but he will neatly wrap it around either his own paws, or his handler's legs whenever he sits.

Amonsk is a terra cota redish brown in color, with orange and gray brown colors that go around him in bands. These bands go around his neck, his chest, the top of his hind legs, and around his tail. He also has pale brown polka-dots on his back and his wings. His paws are the same color has his polka dots also. In all he looks pretty strange, but in no way will he ever blend into a crowd. Well, unless it was a crowd of like colored whers, which will never happen right?

Personality:
Amonsk is as large as a brown can get really, and he is glad for his size. His large size means he can help His do more hard work, and that’s something the both of them enjoy quite thoroughly. He is a very gentle wher, and enjoys spending time with others, especially little ones. He doesn’t pay that much attention to what others say about him, because the only person’s opinion that matters to him is his handlers, and he makes that quite clear whenever anyone upsets the man. So be careful of what you say.

Amonsk is extremely protective of his handler, and his Weyr. He would do anything to keep them safe, and out of harm’s way. That is why his handler and himself work so hard for the wherhold every day. Despite the fact that he is so protective of his handler and his Weyr, he is a very gentle creature. He is probably even more playful than most would think, and it surprises a lot of people to see this large brown chasing balls or chasing sticks for the amusement it provides his handler and some of the young ones around the Weyr.

Mind-voice:
Work now yes?
Amonsk's voice is extremely deep, and definately male. It is strong and slighlty husky sounding, but in all it is very gentle and soft on one's mind. It's like a very large fluffy pillow that you want to curl up around. His voice is always full of emotion, and he doesn't try to hide what he is feeling from those the deems worthy to talk to.

[Akira]

((This is not my artwork))

Name: Blanca
Pronunciation: Bl - on - ca
Age: 12 Turns
Season Born in: Winter
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Appearance: {5'5" 132lbs}
Blanca is five-foot five inches tall, and weights one hundred and thirty-two pounds. She is a little light for her size, but she doesn't eat much either. She is very lean in appearance, and is also very leggy. She has waist long white hair, with bangs that will sometimes hang in front of her eyes. There are a few sections of hair that she lets hang in front of her ears, but this is not a constant thing. There are times when she will tie her hair back with a white ribbon, but when the ribbon is not in her hair, she will tie it onto her shirt.

Blanca has dark blue eyes that almost always seem to look sad. Even if there is a smile on her lips, it almost never reaches her eyes. They are like deep pools that are hiding a great treasure; it just takes a very, very strong person to dive down deep enough to reach that treasure. Speaking of smiles though, it is rare to see a genuine smile on this young girl’s face, so don’t be surprised if you never see her smiling in your life time. She almost never lets her emotions show, and tries her hardest to keep an unemotional expression on her face.

Personality:
Blanca is a very quiet young girl, and doesn’t like to talk. She is also pretty untrusting of people she doesn’t know, and it’s hard to show her that you are a person that she can trust, even if she has known you for a while. There will be times that it will seem like she cannot speak at all, but then she will surprise you and say something completely unexpected. There will also be times that it seems she has pulled a magic trick, and completely disappeared from the face of the planet. But she can usually be found in the last place you expect surrounded by her animal friends.

Blanca has a soft spot for animals, especially little ones that can’t protect themselves. She is also very protective of animals, and can’t stand it when she sees someone picking on a poor animal. That’s when her mean side comes out, and she can be quite animalistic when she’s angry. I believe the metaphor is, “Then the claws and fangs come out.” She will fight tooth and nail to defend anything that she believes needs her protection. It can actually look quite intimidating to see her bare her teeth and hiss at you, since when she hisses she sounds almost exactly like a feline.

Blanca has a very sweet and gentle side to her, even though it is very, very hard to see it. She is also very loyal, and will do just about anything for those few people that can actually get through all of her shields and defenses. She would do anything for those people, and hates to see them upset. These few people are the only ones that will ever see her cry, or show any emotion other than anger really. Other than when she is with her close friends, the only thing that will see her emotions is her feline and firelizards.

Family:
None

Location: Solace - Trelis
Rank: Stands Dragon Candidate

History:
Blanca’s family abandoned her when she was a baby, but she was taken in by an abusive farmer and his wife. The farmer’s wife couldn’t have children, and when they saw the little baby, she was ecstatic. She was finally able to have the family she had always wanted. Little did they know, the little baby girl they had brought into their home, was an albino. That is the sole reason her real parents had abandoned her in the first place. The farmer’s wife had just thought that she was so pale because of being out in the cold for so long, and that she might have gotten sick.

After they had her checked out by the doctors, all of which said she was perfectly healthy, they began to think that Blanca was just so pale because she hadn’t had enough light. So after a few years of taking her new baby for daily walks in the sunshine, they finally started to think that there was something wrong with this baby that they wouldn’t be able to fix. So after she turned four, they realized that she wasn’t a normal little girl, and that she was, in fact, an albino. Neither of them had ever seen someone like her before, and was quite afraid of whatever it was that had made her like this.

The farm had wanted to throw her out then, but his wife had become so attached to the little girl, that she argued with him in order to keep her. He finally agreed to it, but he wouldn’t let her live in the house. Instead she had to stay out in the barn with the herdbeasts that the farmer raised. Blanca was allowed to enter the house only for meal times, unless she was called by the farmer or his wife. This is how her life progressed for the next three turns, three turns of peace before everything changed for the worst.

When Blanca turned seven, the farmer started beating, and when his wife tried to defend her, he would beat the both of them. This is how she came to the conclusion that all mean are terrible people. Then, one turn later, the farmer’s wife disappeared, and left her with the farmer. When he realized that his wife had left him, he became enraged, and nearly beat Blanca to death. He stopped, and left her lying on the floor, bleeding, almost dead. He had called a healer to come and look at her, and told the healer that she had gotten in the way of a frightened herdbeast.

The farmer never beat her like that again; he was too afraid that someone would figure out that he was the one causing the girl’s injuries. He still beat her though, but just not as bad. One day after Blanca had turned nine, she had found a little orphaned feline. She felt like she knew how the little male felt to be so alone, so she took him in, and hid him from the farmer. She raised the little black kitten on the milk that she got from the farmer for her breakfast, and she would often share the rest of her food with him as well.

Another turn passed, and while she was out in the pastures checking on the herdbeast foals when she stumbled upon a firelizard nest. It looked like all the eggs had already hatched, except for one. She gently picked up the large egg, and cradled it against her chest. Again she had found an abandoned baby, and took it back to the little stall that was her room in the barn. She wrapped it up in the single blanket that she had, and prayed that the little baby that was inside the egg was alright. Thankfully she didn’t have to wait too long for an answer.

The egg hatched that night while Blanca and Shadow were curled up around it. They were woken up by a chirp, and neither one of them could believe that they had actually hatched a firelizard egg. She quickly fed the brown hatchling all that was left from the supper the farmer had given her. She had been able to hide Shadow for so long because the farmer never did check her stall, but how she was going to hide such a wonderful brown firelizard was beyond her. She spent the rest of the night trying to figure it out.

The next morning, the farmer had taken decided that they needed to go to Solace to trade for some essentials that he needed in the house. The only reason he had brought her with him, was because he needed something to carry his things. As soon as they got there, Blanca started to look for a way to get away from him. It didn’t take her long to find her chance though. As soon as he found the wine stand, he completely forgot about her. She had hidden Shadow and Cin in the little bag that she had on her back before they had left, and was now quite glad for that.

Blanca quietly slipped away into the crowd, and as soon as she believed she was far enough away from him, she started running. Thankfully the man had gotten so drunk that day that he had completely forgotten that she had even existed. So from that point on, the young girl, her feline, and her firelizard, lived on the roads of Solace. They lived there for two turns before she found the next addition to her odd little family. She had watched from the sidelines as a man sold firelizard eggs, and it didn’t look like he cared about them one bit.

This upset Blanca, and since Cin was off keeping an eye on Shadow as he hunted, she didn’t have anyone to tell her no. She quietly snuck around the man, and grabbed the smallest egg of the clutch, which was also the last remaining egg the man had to sell. Needless to say he was quite upset when he realized that one of his money makers had just vanished. Blanca had run as fast as she could without hurting the egg after she had taken it, and was glad that she was far enough away that the man wouldn’t realize that it was her that had taken it.

Soon after she got it back to the boxes that she had made their home, the egg started to hatch. By that time Shadow and Cin had returned, and Cin had brought with him some sausages that he had gotten from a very kind vendor. When the little green hatched, Blanca quickly started feeding the small female. After the bond had been made, the little green that she had named Nel, curled herself around Blanca’s neck. Since then the two of them have been practically inseparable. Little did she know that things were about change drastically once again.

Two turns after she had impressed Nel, the great Storm it Solace. Thankfully her and her little family had survived the storm, but after words they had to go to Trelis. Blanca wasn’t too happy about it, but since she had no home left in Solace, she figured Trelis was better than nowhere. The only thing that she could find that was good about the situation, was that she wouldn’t have to ever worry about being found by that farmer ever again. At least in Trelis there were caverns that her and her family could hide in. So here they are, living there lives and just trying to blend in with the rest of the people.

Craft: Cooking/Harper/Healer
Ranking: Apprentice?
Strengths: She can cook a mean wherry, and things of the like, and she has a very soft singing voice that can actually be pretty soothing to listen to at times, and she can even bandage and treat minor injuries.
Weaknesses: She has never had any real training, and has a small case of stage fright. When it comes to treating illnesses, she probably isn't the best person to turn to either.



Feline

Name: Shadow
Pronunciation: As it sounds.
Age: 5 Turns
Type: Feline
Size: Small
Color Codes:
Base Fur: 000000 Black

Appearance: {In Blanca's picture}
Shadow is a black shorthaired cat, with light green eyes. This little black cat can sometimes look blue in the right light. He wears a reddish leather collar that Blanca had made for him, though; the collar is a bit big for his small little neck. He has a very long tail that he carries high like a flag, but when he is hunting, or stalking his prey, his tail lowers so that it is almost level with the rest of his body. His ears are kind of like mini, black antennae that are constantly swiveling around on the top of his head.

Personality:
Shadow is a very sweet feline, well....he is if you're a friend of Blanca's anyways. Otherwise he’s a little spitfire that would rather bite your finger off then try to get to know you. He is very protective of the young teenager, and can be very, very violent when he feels the girl is in danger. So when he is around, move slowly and cautiously and you should be just fine. Though, that isn’t a complete guarantee, after all, he can be quite unpredictable. He can also be pretty noisy, and likes to try and sing along with Blanca when she sings. It isn’t exactly a pleasant sound so you might want to avoid him during these times.
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Firelizard

Name: Cin
Pronunciation: Sin
Age: 4 Turns
Type: Firelizard
Rank: Brown
Size: 27in.
Color Codes:
Base: 8B4513 Dark Chocolate
Face: A0522D Sienna
Wings: CD853F Peru
Underside: F4A460 Sandy Brown
Tiger Stripes: D2B48C Tan

Appearance:
Cin is on the larger end of his color’s range, but since he is only twenty-seven inches long, he is by no means the largest brown out there. His wings are a little more muscled than is probably normal for a firelizard his size. His extra muscled wings help keep him in the air longer than most his size, and that’s something he prides himself on. He is a dark chocolate brown in color, but his entire face is a sienna color. His large wings are peru, while his undersides are a sandy brown in color. He has tiger stripes that run from the very top of his head, to the very tip of his tail.

Personality:
Cin is a very dedicated firelizard, and is also very hard working. He’d do anything for Blanca, Shadow, and Nel; he is also very protective of them. He tries his hardest to make sure nothing bad ever happens to his family, and gets quite mean and vicious when he is trying to protect them. He is a lot more trusting than the others, and is kind of the voice of reason amongst the strange little family. He helps keep the others calm and relaxed, and even helps them make rational decisions. He is very sweet, and probably the easiest to get along with out of the four of them.
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Firelizard

Name: Nel
Pronunciation: n - L
Age: 2 Turns
Type: Firelizard
Rank: Green
Size: 13in.
Color Codes:
Base: ADFF2F Yellow Green
Underside: 006400 Dark Green
Belly Stripes: 8FBC8F Dark Sea Green
Tiger Stripes: BDB76B Dark Khaki Green
Eye Circles: 556B2F Dark Olive Green
Tail Rings: 228B22 Forest Green
Muzzle: 6B8E23 Olive Green
Wings: 548B54 Dark Pale Green

Appearance:
Nel is small, but not the smallest green out there. She is perfectly proportioned…well…mostly. She has an extra-long tail that she keeps wrapped around Blanca’s neck. She is a yellow green in color, with a dark green underside that seems to stand out. She has dark sea green stripes along her stomach, and the stripes are quite wide, but seem to fit perfectly on her tiny little belly. She has dark khaki green tiger stripes that run from the back of her head, to the tip of her tail, these brownish green stripes seem to help camouflage her during the very few times she has to be away from her family.

Nel has dark olive green circles around her eyes, and they kinda look like a mask. She has forest green rings around her tail that fit perfectly between the tiger stripes. She has an olive green muzzle that looks like someone put a bag over her mouth, and it left this strange colored marking. Her wings are a dark pale green in color, but since they are almost never unfolded from where she keeps them tucked against her body, it kinda looks like another marking that looks somewhat like someone put a saddle on her back.

Personality:
Nel is the oddball of this little family, by that I mean she is very quiet and shy. She almost never leaves Blanca’s shoulders, and it is a wonder the little firelizard can fly at all. She trusts the others with her life, but she wants nothing to do with strangers. Like Blanca, Nel almost never makes a noise; instead she just sends mental pictures to those in her family. Don’t misunderstand this though, she can make noises, she’s just too shy to. She is very intelligent for a green, and does her best to use her brain in a way that will help her family.

Dragon:
I would like a dragon that is protective of her, and doesn't want anything bad to ever happen to her. You know, something that could be a kind of steady influence for her. As for mauling have fun, but don't kill her please.