Post by Desert on Dec 28, 2008 23:38:56 GMT -5
Dea & Di ; Evil Angel
Hiding betrayal
Driving the nail
Hoping to find a savior
No, don't
Leave me to die here
Help me survive here
Alone! Don't
Surrender! Surrender!
Weyr: Crystal Cavern
Name: Diardi
Gender: female
Sexuality: hetero
Rank: wherever they're needed, Mittens. =3
Age: 20
Appearance:
Di is short in stature, though her build is mostly average. Her shoulders are naturally slightly more broad than is usual for a woman, her chest and hips not as wide; her profile is quite flat, almost boyish, as is her face. A strong, stubborn jaw and chin, a thin, straight, slightly long nose, deep-set eyes under a heavy brow; these raptor-like features make her not look very feminine. Some people have, from time to time, had trouble figuring out her sex if they're looking at her from a distance.
Her eyes are quite a unique shade. Dark blue, like the color of the velvety night sky just as twilight gives way into true night, though without being spangled by the silvery pinpoints of stars. Making her irises look like marble are veins of jet black and flecks of a lighter, steel blue. Sometimes they seem more black , like when she's angry, giving her a rather intimidating appearance, as if her eyes were actual chips of blue marble, cold and hard. The rare moments when her gaze relaxes the hue lightens and it seems closer to a rich sapphire color, smooth like silk, soft like velvet.
Diardi's hair is thick and shaggy, a bit coarse, almost wiry. If left long, it would form an impressive mane around her head and be a nightmare to keep in order. Di keeps it cropped short -- ear-length -- and it sticks up in spiky clumps in every direction. The color is a dark, dull ashy brown, that looks black in almost every light. Only bright direct sunlight reveals the dark-chocolate hue, where even then it seems dull, like loamy soil dug up from beneath a tree.
Personality:
By her peers, Diardi has been described as misanthropic, rebellious, and judgmental.
Diardi is very much a loner, preferring her own company to that of others'. This tendency borders on antisociability, and Di has a horribly quick temper with people. If she is forced to interact, Di is cold and harsh toward others. She is very opinionated and holds long grudges; her first impressions last. These, unfortunately, are always twisted by her general mistrust of people as a whole, so it's a rare person whom she sees as even neutral.
She also dislikes authority. Stubborn as a mule, and quite independent, if Di doesn't want to do something, it takes considerable convincing to get her to do it. If she hates it enough, she'll flatly refuse and nothing anyone can do (except maybe Medeath) will move her. She responds badly to any form of persuasion, as perverse as she is; but she isn't quite perverse enough to fall for reverse psychology.
For all that, she has taken the adage "only a fool rises to the bait of another fool" to heart. Any insult, any verbal slight, slides right off her emotional walls. Nothing irritates her. As Di calls it, she is immune to language.
The only beings for whom all the walls come down are Medeath and Tatsune. Her dragon and myrr are the only ones Di loves, trusts, and admires. Her trust is hard-won and easily shattered, and so far Dea and Tatsu is the sole possessors of any amount of Di's trust. She loves no one else, not even enough to call anyone friend.
But behind those walls she has built up around herself, the side of Diardi only Medeath and Tatsu have seen, is protective, almost materal; very loving, undyingly loyal, and deeply devoted. That soft core is well-protected though, and few have even been able to speculate that under her prickly exterior Diardi is anything but heartless.
No one but Dea (and Tatsu) can call her Di; to everone else, she is Diardi.
History:
Di was born near old Benden, and grew up in the overcrowded inner fold of the main Hold. She was the third-born -- the middle child in a brood of five. Her mother was the type of woman to thrive with a large family, and she lavished all her children with boundless maternal energy. Her father loved his wife enthusiastically and frequently, obliging her desire for lots of children, and he was as fond of the youngest child as he'd been of the firstborn.
Di was afflicted with middle-child syndrome, so was long-suffering and put upon by the harassment of her two older siblings and the pestering of the younger pair. She was teased frequently by the other children in the Hold, and after about fifteen Turns of this she built up her prickly persona to keep people out.
She became heartily tired of such a close-packed living arrangement, but she saw no relief in sight, so Di gritted her teeth and bore it. Her loner attitude kept the more outgoing children away from her, and she was content; a bit lonely, deep down, but she wasn't cognizant of what that elusive, inexplicable emptiness was. She barely noticed it in her day-to-day life, so it never intruded on her awareness.
Then, by some stroke of luck, she was Searched. She breathed a huge sigh of relief when that spring took her away from the Hold and brought her to Crystal Caverns. She finally had more breathing room, a new environment. But other than that novelty of personal space, nothing much changed. It was a new spin on the same old drill, and Di retreated further behind her walls. She was much more comfortable in the Weyr, but still nagged by that infinitesimal lonliness.
Her first Hatching rolled around. Diardi wasn't especially excited about it -- she'd never entertained any notion of Impressing. The only reason she'd let the Searchrider convince her to come to the Weyr was to get away from the oppressive Hold. She didn't know what the dragon had seen in her that resembled candidate potential. She even went so far as to consider having a dragon a nuisance -- she'd have to take constant care of the hatchling for the first few months, then suffer through Flights (no matter the gender of the dragon, she knew she'd have to go through that hassle), so all in all becoming a rider wasn't very high on Diardi's list of priorities. Still, she went through with it anyway, on a whim.
The last egg to hatch in that clutch was a magma, who predictably started devouring the nearest hatchling as soon as she broke shell. Diardi watched the magma with avid (albeit morbid) curiosity. It was a beautiful dragonet to be certain, though the creature's eyes glowed a hot, angry red that spun and wheeled in a blur. Her attention taken up by the magma, she didn't notice when a big emerald decided to take a chunk out of her until she was already under his hooked green talons. He knocked her down with a baleful hiss, his lashing tail landing a few nasty welts on her legs that stung, though she didn't notice the pain of that -- she was heeding the dragonet still looming over her.
But it turned out that the emerald's life would be very short. Though the magma was considerably smaller, she was able to kill the bigger male easily. Out of nowhere, in a blur of fiery colors, the magma rammed into the emerald. She had launched herself sideways at the big green hatchling, curled up in a loose fetal position, so that her deadly spikes plunged into the emerald's body with inescapable force. The tall spines on her withers and back impaled the other hatchling, and with a dying gurgle bubbling up from his perforated throat, the emerald collapsed.
Perhaps it was karma, but with her spikes lodged in the emerald's flesh, the magma was stuck. Her victim had fallen on his uninjured side, so the magma was on her back, legs flailing, unable to move the dead hatchling's far-heavier bulk stuck the way she was.
Diardi had to bite her lip to keep from laughing. The magma's frustrated bellows were almost as comical as the image her predicament created, though only to Di -- the other candidates stayed far away from the angry magma.
Di, for some inexplicable reason, didn't fear the magma. She was oddly intrigiued by the vicious thing, so much so that she boldly approached her, intent on freeing the hatchling from her imprisonment. The magma snarled and snapped, flailing her dangerously sharp appendages, but Di avoided the ignored them, and pulled the magma free spike by spike.
The queen twisted around to get her taloned paws under her, scrabbling to get her balance once she was free, and turned her head toward her rescuer. Di stared fearlessly back at the magma, waiting for her to attack. But instead of lunging for Diardi's throat, the magma did something completely unexpected.
Thank you, loveMine. I'm sorry I couldn't stop that emerald before he tackled you, but I was hungry.[/b][/color] Medeath stepped forward and rubbed her head against Di's thigh, a soft croon rolling from her muzzle.
Astonished, Diardi's legs gave out. She sat down hard, then reached out to stroke Medeath's neck. The magma coiled her sinuous body around her rider and rasped her tongue fondly over Di's cheek. Hush, love, don't cry. You're in public.[/b][/color]
Thus did Diardi find her first friend and ally. Before she'd even been aware of the slowly-growing lonliness, the void was filled and the emptiness banished.
Di made her friend Tatsune about two Turns ago. Dea had spotted a white female myrr hanging about the Hatching Grounds; normally, she wouldn't have bothered with the little creature, but she had a clutch at that moment, so the myrr was immediately on the menu. Medeath hadn't eaten in a while, too busy guarding her clutch, so along with her typical mistrust of anything in the Grounds at the same time as her eggs, she was hungry. A tiny thing like a myrr would only be a snack, but it was better than nothing.
She made quick work of the white female, and found that there were three more myrr were hiding there too -- offspring of the one she had just eaten. Medeath snapped up two of the babies in her hunger, and when she took the final one in her maw Di thought that the little jewel was destined to be lunch as well.
But, Dea surprised her rider by striding over to where she was sitting in the stands and dropping the baby myrr in her lap. Here, loveMine. A pet for you, so you won't be as lonely when I'm with my eggs,[/b][/color] Medeath told her, tilting her head to lick Di's cheek briefly.
Father: Lamerno
Mother: Bula
Siblings: brothers Kamlen, D'zel of misery Nazareth, sisters Miira, Tani
Pets: jewel myrr Tatsune
Tatsu is a mischievous little creature; clever and inquisitive, she's always into everything. Affectionate like every myrr, she loves getting petted by her human. She is also quite fond of Dea, although the magma is often irritated by Tatsu's antics. She especially likes it when Dea uses her pet-name, and will chirp "Fijjit! Fijjit!" repeatedly if addressed thus by Medeath.
Tatsu can't quite talk, in the technical sense. She makes a range of adorable chirps and burbles, some of which sound a lot like words, but are unintelligible. But, like a Terran parrot, Tatsu can mimic human words. She is a perpetual amusement to Di and a perpetual nuisance to Dea by echoing her master's speech, and sometimes the magma's mind-speech. She can't form sentences of her own, though; she can't talk, just mimic. Like a Terran liar bird, Tatsune is skilled at making her voice sound like almost everything. She can mimic Di's voice, the brassy growl of a dragon, even a draconic mind-voice. She can also form rudimentary sentences comprised of two or three words, much like a human child. The concepts behind them are simple, as Tatsu has not the lingual skills nor the intelligence to form more abstract or complex sentences.
Typical of jewels, the base color of Tatsu's silky hide is black, with tribal-patterns in indigo swirled over her body, and iron-gray back-spikes and talons. Her wings are the same darkish gray, except for the sail, which is indigo.
She gets her name from the old Terran language Japanese: "tatsu" means dragon, and "ne" means rat. So this little myrr is the dragon-rat; she comes from the same stock as Pernese dragons, and she is closer in size to a rodent. Dea considers her an annoying little rat, too.[/color]
Put me to sleep evil angel
Open your wings evil angel
Oh
Fly over me evil angel
Why can't I breathe, evil angel?[/i]
Dragon Name: Medeath
Dragon Color: magma
Age: 5
Personality:
Spiteful, haughty, evil-tempered, sadistic; such words have ever been used to describe magmas, and they suit Medeath perfectly. She takes great pleasure in spearing a squirming thing on her talon and watching it wriggle its life out while its bodily juices leak out and dribble down her claw. What sort of creature is impaled on her claw, what her metaphorical talon represents in actuality, it doesn't matter. She enjoys it no matter what.
Medeath tolerates nothing from anyone. She is rebellious against authority but hates having her own authority questioned, and will punish transgressors severely. She is impatient, and when Medeath wants something, by Faranth she'd better get it ASAP! She is highly possessive, and will lash out at anyone who looks like they're going to steal what she considers hers.
Oddly for a magma, Medeath's possessive protectiveness extends to her clutches. Not even Diardi can get anywhere close to her eggs until they Hatch, and even then candidates must stay a respectful distance away. Several times she has caused the deaths of a few of her hatchlings by not letting them get to the candidates, and she has killed several candidates for getting too close. She is so fiercely protective that she won't leave the Grounds when she has a clutch, even to eat or drink, until the eggs are ready.
Also peculiarly for a magma, she is surprisingly kind to her rider. She becomes positively calm when one-on-one with Diardi, and her rider is the only one to whom Medeath will listen. She hasn't laid a talon on Diardi yet, and if anyone so much as looks the wrong way at Diardi, they will be at the wrong end of Medeath's spikes. Di is probably the only living thing that Medeath actually loves.
Despite this, Medeath's strong independence makes her more irksome to work with, even for her rider. Dea would never hurt Di, and for the most part she'll do what her rider asks, but if she doesn't want to do it, nothing will move her. Medeath's attitude is very feline, in this way: like the old Terran adage, dogs have masters, cats have staff. She cooperates simply to humor Di, out of love and respect, but there's only so far it'll go. If it is to protect Diardi or her eggs, she would do anything at all; but if it isn't life or death, not so much.
For the most part, Medeath won't tolerate fire lizards or myrr around her, and snaps at the nuisancy creatures whenever they get too close. This is especially true when she has a clutch, and Dea has caused many a casualty when someone's pet ventures too close. The only exception to this is Tatsune: she'll put up with the jewel's irritating behavior, but only because Tatsu is Di's pet and a gift from her. The little myrr has also been taken under Medeath's protective wing, just like Di. For some reason, Medeath has given the pet-name Fidget to Tatsune.
Just like only she can call her rider Di instead of her full name Diardi, only Di can call the magma by her pet-name Dea.
Appearance:
Like all magmas, Medeath is short in stature and long in body; her build has a noticeably feline look about it, lithe and sinewy. She is roughly the size of a large bronze, though with typical magma proportions, so she is a fairly good-sized example of her color. Medeath has extraordinarily broad wings though they are of average length (for a magma), so along with her serpentine body and her whiplike, agile tail she can turn on a pebble and outmanuever almost any dragon.
Her hide has a base color of molten gold, with mottled patches of darker colors sprayed all over her body. These patches grow smaller as they travel down her legs and tail and up her neck. The spots are orangey around the rim and darken to an almost blackish burgundy at the center. Her spikes -- some of which are almost as tall as she is -- are mostly the darker reds. Her undersides are more gold and orange, with less of the duller red.
Her wingsail is a more uniform yellow-orange, though it shades into a deeper red toward her wing-talons, until the claws themselves are black.
As the color shifts, so does the luster of Medeath's tiny, razor-sharp scales. The lighter yellow-golds are the brightest, shiny; in places, almost metallic. As the color becomes muddier, the scales become less glossy, and by the darkest areas of her body the scales have a matte finish. The only exception to this is her black wing-claws and talons; these shimmer like her gold scales, and almost seem as if they are lacquered, such is the glossy sheen over her claws. Medeath makes sure her scales are kept very clean, for although she isn't exactly vain she does take great pride in the breathtaking array of fiery colors that play over her sinewy body.
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Other:
Di: 3D435C
Dea: 660000
Tatsu: 6600CC[/center][/font][/color]
