Post by Bellatora on Feb 21, 2012 3:08:06 GMT -4
Name Aantara
Pronunciationahn-TUH-raw
Age 18 Turns
Season Born in Spring
Gender Male/Female
Sexuality Bisexual
Appearance Brown hair falls in a gentle wave down around her shoulder blades, her pale blue eyes are somewhat larger and endearing, set on either side of a small, delicate nose. Her high cheekbones, colored with a slight underlying pink and heart shaped face are endearing and decidedly adorable to many. Her long, graceful neck and the way in which she carries herself give her a decidedly royal and attractive air. Her skin is pale, smooth and light. Her lips are full and pink.
She is a girl used to wearing dresses and could easily be described as girly. She takes very good care of herself. Typically, she is used to bathing rather frequently. Her face is very expressive, giving way for any emotion she may feel to color it like a storm or rays of sun.
She stands with a gait and posture which would allow her to carry a book on her head. However… Not everything is all prim and proper about her. She has her dark sides.
Personality
We’re not going to be just a part of their game.
We’re not going to be just the victims.
Justice oriented, she hates the idea of some being more privileged than others. She distains those who believe the deserve attention for status and seeks to see their downfall, though she would never let them know that, of course. That would be wrong. And get her in a lot of trouble. No, she much rather not get herself found out. She has always been rather defiant, though on the outside, she really doesn’t seem it at all.
She is manipulative and head strong and has ideals that she herself doesn’t even keep. Except for one. The one that has to do with how she wanted her son raised and why she took him to her parents who took him in… and disowned her further.
With her dangerous devious nature and her tendency towards deceptive compliance, she easily blends into an environment and easily finds her way around. She is simply a danger wrapped up in a pretty package.
Family (if any)
Innia – Mother, disowned her
Travett – Father, disowned her
Several Brothers and Sisters
Allick – Son, 4 Turns, lives with his grandparents
Location Sollace Hold – Trelis Weyr (Against Mutation Colors)
Rank Rider
Wing/Pack S'vrin's Wing?
History
Born a rather normal child, Aantara didn’t stay that way. She soon started to explore further and further into... more mischievous and dangerous sides of life. She got herself in plenty of trouble, which had her soon removed from both her home and the craft she had wished to start into. This would be the healer craft.
In time, she found herself spending time in multiple bedrooms, different ones every day. It was not pleasant to her. It was the thing which taught her to use every “asset” she had to get what she wanted. She hated it. And yet… here she was going through motions, pretending in some sick and sadistic way that this was what she wanted out of life…
She would eventually, however, find herself pregnant. This was the end of her career… for a time. She took the girl and left her on the doorstep of her parent’s home far from her current home. She hoped that she would be raised well by her parents. She soon left to return to Sollace Hold and back to… her less than reputable work before she was searched and soon stood for Maeleth’s hatching, Impressing to a little Green by name of Sularth. After the birth of her daughter nearly two turns ago, she acquired a kitten who grew into a lovely gray tom and then, later on, another kitten who grew into a lovely calico female.
For Zara...
It was the Gentle Green Egg's turn now, and the baby inside was absolutely still. Yes, that's right, still. It didn't quake, it didn't rock, nothing. Yet, something made those nearest to it look. It was a ticking sound, made by the baby tapping its claws on the shell. It seemed to like the sound, intrigued by it. Finally though, it seemed to get bored and soon saw something else it liked. Through the constant tapping, the hatchling inside had been opening up a hole through its egg shell. The light filtered through to the inside, and one swirling eye pressed up against it to see the outside world.
Outside, it was interesting. Outside, it was an adventure in the waiting. Cracking the opening more, the hatchling worked at the weak point. Almost, a bit more.....with a quick spread of its wings, the dragonet gave a squeaky roar and pushed out of the egg. It was a pale Green, almost white in some places, where others darkened to a more normal hue. She looked at the world, tilting her head. So, what was all this fuss about? Surely it wasn't for her. She wasn't all that important in their eyes. Oh yes, she knew full well those Kings up there weren't humming for her.
As part of the clutch? Now that was why they might have hummed for her, simply because she was part of a whole. However, they weren't that worked up over little old her right now. No, so why the constant cheers? The green kept looking around, until finally the dragonet saw the Queen and Topaz who had just impressed. Ah! That explained things. Silly boys, they always got so worked up over the pretty little egg bearers didn't they? Little did they know it was the fighters like herself that ended saving their tails at the end of the day.
Smirking, the green made her way over to the nearest group of candidates, shaking her head. Mine? Why is it that they just don't understand? Well, if they want lil ol' me to be happy for those pompous flowers...they have another thing comin'. Turning away from Hers for a moment, the green faced the Dragons in the stand and shouted at the loudest her mind could reach. Y'all need to go and get over yourselves befor' y'all make fools of yourselves! There..now that, that's done Mine, I'm Sularth. Call me Sullie dearie and we'll have a problem, yuh get me? Good now. Come on dearie.
It was the Gentle Green Egg's turn now, and the baby inside was absolutely still. Yes, that's right, still. It didn't quake, it didn't rock, nothing. Yet, something made those nearest to it look. It was a ticking sound, made by the baby tapping its claws on the shell. It seemed to like the sound, intrigued by it. Finally though, it seemed to get bored and soon saw something else it liked. Through the constant tapping, the hatchling inside had been opening up a hole through its egg shell. The light filtered through to the inside, and one swirling eye pressed up against it to see the outside world.
Outside, it was interesting. Outside, it was an adventure in the waiting. Cracking the opening more, the hatchling worked at the weak point. Almost, a bit more.....with a quick spread of its wings, the dragonet gave a squeaky roar and pushed out of the egg. It was a pale Green, almost white in some places, where others darkened to a more normal hue. She looked at the world, tilting her head. So, what was all this fuss about? Surely it wasn't for her. She wasn't all that important in their eyes. Oh yes, she knew full well those Kings up there weren't humming for her.
As part of the clutch? Now that was why they might have hummed for her, simply because she was part of a whole. However, they weren't that worked up over little old her right now. No, so why the constant cheers? The green kept looking around, until finally the dragonet saw the Queen and Topaz who had just impressed. Ah! That explained things. Silly boys, they always got so worked up over the pretty little egg bearers didn't they? Little did they know it was the fighters like herself that ended saving their tails at the end of the day.
Smirking, the green made her way over to the nearest group of candidates, shaking her head. Mine? Why is it that they just don't understand? Well, if they want lil ol' me to be happy for those pompous flowers...they have another thing comin'. Turning away from Hers for a moment, the green faced the Dragons in the stand and shouted at the loudest her mind could reach. Y'all need to go and get over yourselves befor' y'all make fools of yourselves! There..now that, that's done Mine, I'm Sularth. Call me Sullie dearie and we'll have a problem, yuh get me? Good now. Come on dearie.
From that moment on, life changed. Aantara and Sularth challenged the status quot together. The only thing that kept them from usurping it in her opinion was that a green didn't have a gold's authority. And the sub-queens were just as bad. In fact, they were worse. Especially those Topazes They would be the ones to pay eventually. She would show them the value of a green... and Aantara would work with S'vrin and hopefully... prove to him and all the others just how invaluable people like her could be, even though they were often written off.
The death of Loraketh only further sealed this thinking in Aantara and Sularth. Even golds weren't safe from thread. In fact, they were worse off than greens. And these particular queens were protecting these stupid mutation colors which kept giving rise to new problems! They should all leave! Now! Leave the world to the grasps of Greens and Blues. Those stupid bronzes would likely never get it through their skulls... but you did need clutching dragons. And that was what a gold was for. But greens were always better than golds.
Craft Er… Not really.
Ranking N/A
Strengths Manipulation, coyness, attracting attention, making good company
Weaknesses being entirely honest, truly respecting authority
Green Sularth
Name Sularth
Pronunciation Sue-larth
Age nearly 2 Turns
Type Dragon
Rank Green
Size 18 feet
Color Codes
Base: a8e69b
Tail Tip: c8dec7
Marking 1: 61b050
Marking 2: bcf7b0
Appearance Sularth is a pale green in color with darker spots on her face. She is very thin, almost appearing malnourished, though she is most definitely healthy. Her tail turns almost white at the tip and her wings are speckled with a lighter green color. She is a very beautiful green, even with her rather simple appearance.
Personality
Sularth is a southern bell type. She is very intelligent and clever. Her flirtatious nature and short attention span may not surprise some, but they really are surprising to a dragoness like her. She is a skilled flier who is gentle.
But… she has a big attitude. Sularth disdains the hierarchy and the attention that is taken with the metallic royals. After all, she is the one who will someday save their tails. What is the point in loving those who will never be the ones to help you?
Mind-voice (If applicable)
Y'all need to go and get over yourselves befor' y'all make fools of yourselves! There..now that, that's done Mine, I'm Sularth. Call me Sullie dearie and we'll have a problem, yuh get me? Good now. Come on dearie.
Her voice is decidedly southern bell in tone, higher pitched and gentle in sound. Her general nature comes across easily in her tone of voice.
Pet:
Name Rammos
Pronunciation Ruh-moss
Age 6 Turns
Type Feline
Rank N/A
Size 1.5 feet in length
Color Codes
333333 - Main Coat Color
000000 - Stripes
Personality/Appearance This nosey, over excited, irritable and all around difficult kidn of cat is not one that you want to cross - at least not really. He only loves Aantara and Viia and he will not tolerate others in his space - no matter what.
Pet:
Name Viia
Pronunciation Vee-a
Age 4 Turns
Type Feline
Rank N/A
Size 1.25 feet
Color Codes
f3eff0
0a0e0d
b28860
8c590a
Personality/Appearance Viia is an intelligent flirt who has a tendency to spend time and "flirt" with every male felline she comes across. However, Rammos won't have it and chases them all away. She loves Aantara and, to her, she is her baby.
