Post by 4horseshowgirl4 on Nov 29, 2009 1:14:08 GMT -5
Name: Dekistee (de KIST ee)
Gender: Female
Age: 19 Turns
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Location: Dalibor Weyr
Rank: Wingrider
Personality:
There's two sides of Dekistee, and which one you get depends on who you are. To those she deems cool enough to be her friends, as well as anyone important, she's a best friend. She's always sociable and outgoing, willing to spend a few candlemarks together at a moment's notice and never hesitating to start a conversation with someone new. In fact, she's such a social butterfly that she always seems to need people around her; she absolutely cannot occupy herself. She needs to be with friends at every meal, every chore, even when napping in the barracks after a rough day.
If she decides you're good enough for her, she is a genuinely fun person to be around. She has a good sense of humor and she's extremely charasmatic: she's often found telling wild tall tales or acting out ludicrous situations with her friends. She always has something entertaining if not insightful to say, and with her flirtacious manner, she's a favorite of the boys, if she can't actually manage to pin one down into a serious relationship like she wants. She'd not a bad listener, either, and is sympathetic when she needs to be, but be careful: she has a mouth for gossip.
To the vast majority of the Weyr, though, Dekistee is not a nice person. She's incredibly judgemental and will almost certainly decide whether she likes you or not by first impressions, and once she's decided that, good luck changing her opinion of you. She has a sharp tongue and clever insults; while it's not difficult to beat her in a battle of wits, she has an instinct for which words will hurt the most, and she'll absolutely use them. And, if someone gets on her nerves, she will track that person down and hurl insults at them until they break down. It's not pretty.
She's spoiled, no doubt about it, and is downright unpleasant when she doesn't get her way. Throwing fits of anger isn't ladylike, but she'll sulk, pout, and whine with the best of them. When she finds that she's on the losing side of an argument or a fight, she'll simply withdraw and moan about how it's 'stressing her out,' then refusing to listen to anything anyone has to say to her, instead of admitting defeat or redoubling her efforts to come out on top. She also hates getting her hands dirty, and the hard work and bare simplicity of Weyr life is a shock to her. Nevertheless, she gets an ample allowance each month from Daddy that allows her to be better dressed than any Blackrider has a right to be.
Most will find Dekistee far too superficial to be dragonrider material, and for the most part, they wouldn't be wrong. She has an extremely annoying tendency to judge something or someone's worth by their appearances: this person can't be worth knowing 'cause they're ugly, I don't want to Impress that dragonet because it has big wings, the winter's cold but I'm buying this coat because it's prettier even if it won't keep out the wind, etc. She simply can't be practical if what's practical isn't what's pretty.
She's also an airhead. To be blunt, she's just not very smart. Sure, she has common sense, she knows how to interact with people, but she just doesn't retain facts very well, even basic ones that even the littlest Weyrbrat should know. She's prone to having moments where she seems like the biggest wherrybrain of the Weyr, but what's even sadder is that that doesn't even bother her. For a girl who would contemplate suicide if she were one of the ugliest people in the Weyr, being among the stupidest doesn't faze her.
Appearance:
There's no denying it; Dekistee's a beauty. She has an immense amount of blonde hair with natural highlights. When not properly tended, it resembles a poufball more than anything, but she spends plenty of time during the day shaping and styling it, so it nearly always looks elegant and gorgeous. It's about shoulder length, sometimes rigidly curled, other times loose and wavy. And there's just so much of it!
She has a lovely, babydoll face with tiny features; a delicate nose, little ears, and small lips. Her eyes are big and a shade that varies between a blue and a green. Her skin is pale but flawless; zits are her mortal enemy. She always wears makeup to enhance her features, whether she's attending a Gathering as the guest of a handsome young Holder's son or lugging firestone with the rest of the Candidates.
She's very small, only topping out at about 5'2'', and she's petite, not even quite making a hundred pounds. She's rather straight-sided, model thin but with barely any curves to speak of, despite dressing in only the most flattering and fashionable clothes. Because of her small chest, she often 'pads,' but there's not much she can do about her narrow, boyish hips, to her great chagrin. She absolutely despises her immature appearance because few young men will take her seriously when there are more voluptuous candidates around, despite her beauty and charming nature.
Family:
Deralto, great-grandfather, deceased, Lord of Fort Hold
Konara, great-grandmother, deceased, Lady of Fort Hold
D'kon, paternal grandfather, deceased, 'Rider of Bronze Geralth, younger son of Deralto and Konara
Martu, paternal grandmother, deceased, ex-Jr. Weyrwoman of Fort Weyr and 'Rider of Gold Iath
Kondoro, great-uncle (D'kon's brother), deceased, Lord of Fort Hold before Dekartu, older son of Deralto and Konara
Dekartu, 41, father, Lord of Fort Hold
Meristee, 42, mother, Lady of Fort Hold
Mekartu, 22, older brother and first in line for Lordship.
Tumeris, 21, older brother and Journeyman Harper
Meria, 19, older sister and wife of Southern Boll Hold heir
Pets:
None; she'll probably try for a firelizard at some point.
History:
There is no doubt that Dekistee came from an exceptional family. Her great-grandfather, Deralto, was the Lord Holder of Fort over fifty years ago. He married a Ruathan blueblood, Konara, and the pair had two sons before an illness took Konara's life when they were healthy toddlers. The sons were named Derokon and Kondoro, Kondoro being the older of the two. They both grew up in training to be the Lord one day, but it would be Kondoro who would be first in line, and it was Kondoro who was handsomer, more charming, who had finer tastes and was better with a sword. Derokon stumbled along in his brother's footsteps, waiting for the day when he could prove his own worth.
A few days after Kondoro turned eighteen, Derokon was Searched to Fort Weyr. The first time he Stood, he failed to Impress, but chose to remain at the Weyr to try again instead of returning to the Hold. He was successful the next go round, walking off with Bronze Geralth, nearly rivaling his brother in rank once they became full Dragonriders. Geralth surprised everyone when, a Turn later, the young Bronze Chased the Queen from the class ahead of him, Gold Iath, and won, making D'kon a Jr. Weyrleader. He did not love the Gold's 'Rider, Martu; he hardly even knew her, but she became pregnant after the Gold's Flight. After a heated discussion, they split up, but Martu miscarried a few sevendays later.
Then, Deralto died, and Kondoro became Lord of Fort Hold. He married, but he and his wife only had a series of miscarriages and no children. Shortly after the funeral, Iath Rose again, and Geralth caught her again. And again. After several Turns of working together, D'kon and Martu became fond of each other, as good friends if not lovers. When Martu became pregnant again after one of these Flights, she was able to carry the child to full term, and young Dekartu was born.
He grew up with the other Weyrbrats, special because of his royal parentage. He Stood as soon as he was allowed to, but never managed to Impress through his five Turns of Hatchings. When he was sixteen, Kondoro was killed in a freak riding accident, and since he was childless, that made D'kon the new Lord of Fort Hold. D'kon, however, would not leave his responsibilities at the Weyr for the Hold, but his son was a spitting image of Kondoro at sixteen, so he sent Dekartu to become the Lord Holder instead.
After two Turns of training, Dekartu took full control over the Hold, and did the job well. He married Meristee from Southern Hold, and the couple immediately had a son, which they named Mekartu. It became apparent that Dekartu was plagued with none of the fertility issues that plagued his uncle and, to some extent, his father (he was an only child), as Mekartu was followed immediately by another son, Tumeris. Their first daughter was born a Turn later, followed after another Turn by a second daughter, Meria. The first daughter was killed by illness when she was only eighteen months old, but that tragedy was followed by the birth of their last child, Dekistee.
As the youngest child and prettiest young girl, Dekistee was spoiled rotten. She was a fussy, particular child, wanting only the prettiest clothes and refusing to go play outside with the other children. Her older sister, Meria, was her closest friend, and as they got older, they attracted a circle of a few more privileged girls at their hold and were the heads of a clique of sorts. Neither of them ever had the slightest ambition to do something for themselves, dreaming only of marrying a handsome young heir and relaxing the days away.
Mekartu followed in Kondoro's and Dekartu's footsteps as the ideal heir to the Hold: brave, dashing, intelligent, and equally as good with a sword as the ladies. Tumeris, on the other hand, was a clumsy fighter and awkward with girls, though he relished learning about history and the arts. As much as Dekartu and Meristee wanted two sons ready to step into their father's role in case anything happened to Mekartu, they agreed to send Tumeris to the Harperhall. He showed an aptitude for it, becoming a Journeyman at eighteen, and moving fast into Mastery studies.
Well, their children were represented at Hold and Hall; now they only needed Weyr to complete their power. Meria, with a stronger constitution and better leadership abilities, was the one selected to follow her grandmother's path and become a Goldrider at Fort. Dekartu made an exceptionally large tithe to Fort to come Search his daughter, which they did. She was at Fort Weyr for exactly a sevenday before a caravan from another of Fort Weyr's holds, Southern Boll, arrived, carrying with it their heir to the Lordship. He and Meria fell in love and went back to Southern Boll. Their parents were equally as happy with that decision, promising a bright young future for Meria, and sent Dekistee to the Weyr when she was fourteen instead.
Dekistee was at Fort Weyr for only a month before she heard rumors of a Queen egg at a small Weyr named Dalibor. She instantly demanded to go there, but arrived too late, after Kalith's Hatching had already happened. She instead went to Western Hold while waiting for another Hatching, and did her best to charm their handsome young Lord Holder, but she never managed to win his attention. He Impressed at the Renegade's clutch, and, shortly after, Dekistee was Searched for real by one of Dalibor's 'Riders. She arrived before Kalith had even Flown for the second time.
Kalith flew, an Orange, Nikianeth, clutched, and Kalith clutched not long after. Dekistee trudged through candidacy with the others, making enemies, flirting with the cute boys, and paying off her peers to do her work for her. It became apparent to most that there was no Queen egg, but Dekistee knew there was a Queen egg on the Sands for her. She hadn't spent all this time at the Weyr to not become a Queenrider, after all!
Then, the day was upon them. Eggs hatched and hatched, but soon, even Dekistee had to realize there was no Queen egg among them. She decided she would settle for a Red or an Orange- a sub-Queen. A Red hatched a few minutes later, and Dekistee very foolishly strode out of line to Impress the dragon. The Red, obviously, was not pleased by that and mauled Dekistee, then went to Impress to Dekistee's enemy. Meanwhile, while she was lying, bleeding, on the Sands, a quiet little Black dragonet that had been hiding in the background before this approached her.
DekisteeMine, you look better like this,[/color] the Black said to her, showing her a picture of her bleeding on the ground, her scarlet blood contrasting wonderfully with the pure white of her candidate's robe, and then another of her being bored and uncaring earlier. You're pretty as it is. Your Daibunareth hopes that you can get up soon, though. I'm hungry.[/color] She had Impressed the strange little Black, and, obviously, Dekistee was not happy. Where was her Queen?! Blacks were the lowest of the low! They weren't good for anything besides filling the ranks with dragon drudges! Dekistee stormed out of the Sands, refusing to feed Daibunareth.
She never really got over the shock of Impressing a Black and being denied the Queen she thought she deserved. Certainly, she never grew to like Daibunareth. Surprisingly, the Black was just fine with that. He was a quiet, creepy, almost emotionless creature who much preferred the pictures to the personality. Dekistee was a pretty face; she was pleasant to look at, even if she was rotten. They suited each other just fine.
Dragon Name: Daibunareth (day bun a RETH)
Dragon Age: 3 Turns
Dragon Color: Black (000000)
Dragon Length: 20 feet
Dragon Personality:
There's no getting around it, Daibunareth is odd at best and downright creepy at worst. He is a creature void of any emotion. He feels a certain fondness for Dekistee, as a dragon must for his bonded, but even that doesn't hold much true feeling. Deaths don't sadden him, hatchings don't cheer him, angry Queens don't scare him. He just doesn't feel anything, ever. He's a bit of a psychopath.
However, while he has the emotional range of a cold-blooded killer, Daibunareth is no threat. He is easily one of the most passive dragons ever to inhabit Pern. He is a watcher and an observer. The only thing he seems to like in life is to watch others, to look at the pictures of the world around him. He does all he can to avoid being part of the world himself; he just likes to observe it. To him, neither words nor actions matter. The pictures are the only thing that matters. He is highly sensitive and observant, and if there is something to be seen, it is not likely Daibunareth will miss it.
Daibunareth is anti-social. He doesn't like interacting with others, he just likes to watch them. If forced, he will speak, but usually he only addresses His. He weighs every word carefully before talking. Daibunareth is also superficial-- he is far more willing to act friendly to those that exude a pleasant or happy image than those who are ugly. With how visual he is, it's not a surprise that he prefers to spend his very limited social time with those that are easy on the eyes.
Dragon Appearance:
Daibunareth's base color is undeniably black, not lightened at all by gray. That is what he is, after all. However, he has streaks of an almost silvery gray all over his body. They are tucked subtly into the curves of his legs, chest, neck, and belly. Far from sticking out, they blend in well, serving to enhance the gleam and slickness of his hide.
Daibunareth is fairly big for a Black, but that still makes him much smaller than the majority of Dalibor's dragons. Everything about him is long and slender, giving him an almost feminine appearance. He is light in weight, carrying almost no excess fat and very lean muscles. He will never be much for strength; carrying a small herdbeast a short distance is probably all he'll ever manage.
Daibunareth tends to blend into the background, as he prefers. Unlike Dekistee, he goes out of his way to be unnoticed by most. Even for a Black, he's an unnaturally silent and stealthy flier, and on the ground, he's the same, almost seeming to tiptoe everywhere he goes. He's graceful enough in the air, though his speed, agility, and stamina are only average for his color at his best. Because Dekistee does not keep him in optimum shape, his fitness is usually bad at best, and his performance in the air suffers.
Dragon History:
Daibunareth hatched from Kalith's second clutch. He did not throw himself into the fray immediately; instead, he was perfectly content to skulk behind his shells and watch. Dekistee stepped in front of the Red hatchling, Izkeeyerdath, thinking to Impress the sub-Queen. Needless to say, she was mauled. Daibunareth stepped in and Impressed to the pretty Candidate. Her red life blood on her pure white robe, death on life, was beautiful to him. DekisteeMine, you look better like this. You're pretty as it is. Your Daibunareth hopes that you can get up soon, though. I'm hungry.[/color] He was not fazed when she stormed out, in denial at having Impressed such a lowly color. He wasn't insulted, he wasn't bothered. He simply followed her out of the Hatching Sands.
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Gender: Female
Age: 19 Turns
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Location: Dalibor Weyr
Rank: Wingrider
Personality:
There's two sides of Dekistee, and which one you get depends on who you are. To those she deems cool enough to be her friends, as well as anyone important, she's a best friend. She's always sociable and outgoing, willing to spend a few candlemarks together at a moment's notice and never hesitating to start a conversation with someone new. In fact, she's such a social butterfly that she always seems to need people around her; she absolutely cannot occupy herself. She needs to be with friends at every meal, every chore, even when napping in the barracks after a rough day.
If she decides you're good enough for her, she is a genuinely fun person to be around. She has a good sense of humor and she's extremely charasmatic: she's often found telling wild tall tales or acting out ludicrous situations with her friends. She always has something entertaining if not insightful to say, and with her flirtacious manner, she's a favorite of the boys, if she can't actually manage to pin one down into a serious relationship like she wants. She'd not a bad listener, either, and is sympathetic when she needs to be, but be careful: she has a mouth for gossip.
To the vast majority of the Weyr, though, Dekistee is not a nice person. She's incredibly judgemental and will almost certainly decide whether she likes you or not by first impressions, and once she's decided that, good luck changing her opinion of you. She has a sharp tongue and clever insults; while it's not difficult to beat her in a battle of wits, she has an instinct for which words will hurt the most, and she'll absolutely use them. And, if someone gets on her nerves, she will track that person down and hurl insults at them until they break down. It's not pretty.
She's spoiled, no doubt about it, and is downright unpleasant when she doesn't get her way. Throwing fits of anger isn't ladylike, but she'll sulk, pout, and whine with the best of them. When she finds that she's on the losing side of an argument or a fight, she'll simply withdraw and moan about how it's 'stressing her out,' then refusing to listen to anything anyone has to say to her, instead of admitting defeat or redoubling her efforts to come out on top. She also hates getting her hands dirty, and the hard work and bare simplicity of Weyr life is a shock to her. Nevertheless, she gets an ample allowance each month from Daddy that allows her to be better dressed than any Blackrider has a right to be.
Most will find Dekistee far too superficial to be dragonrider material, and for the most part, they wouldn't be wrong. She has an extremely annoying tendency to judge something or someone's worth by their appearances: this person can't be worth knowing 'cause they're ugly, I don't want to Impress that dragonet because it has big wings, the winter's cold but I'm buying this coat because it's prettier even if it won't keep out the wind, etc. She simply can't be practical if what's practical isn't what's pretty.
She's also an airhead. To be blunt, she's just not very smart. Sure, she has common sense, she knows how to interact with people, but she just doesn't retain facts very well, even basic ones that even the littlest Weyrbrat should know. She's prone to having moments where she seems like the biggest wherrybrain of the Weyr, but what's even sadder is that that doesn't even bother her. For a girl who would contemplate suicide if she were one of the ugliest people in the Weyr, being among the stupidest doesn't faze her.
Appearance:
There's no denying it; Dekistee's a beauty. She has an immense amount of blonde hair with natural highlights. When not properly tended, it resembles a poufball more than anything, but she spends plenty of time during the day shaping and styling it, so it nearly always looks elegant and gorgeous. It's about shoulder length, sometimes rigidly curled, other times loose and wavy. And there's just so much of it!
She has a lovely, babydoll face with tiny features; a delicate nose, little ears, and small lips. Her eyes are big and a shade that varies between a blue and a green. Her skin is pale but flawless; zits are her mortal enemy. She always wears makeup to enhance her features, whether she's attending a Gathering as the guest of a handsome young Holder's son or lugging firestone with the rest of the Candidates.
She's very small, only topping out at about 5'2'', and she's petite, not even quite making a hundred pounds. She's rather straight-sided, model thin but with barely any curves to speak of, despite dressing in only the most flattering and fashionable clothes. Because of her small chest, she often 'pads,' but there's not much she can do about her narrow, boyish hips, to her great chagrin. She absolutely despises her immature appearance because few young men will take her seriously when there are more voluptuous candidates around, despite her beauty and charming nature.
Family:
Deralto, great-grandfather, deceased, Lord of Fort Hold
Konara, great-grandmother, deceased, Lady of Fort Hold
D'kon, paternal grandfather, deceased, 'Rider of Bronze Geralth, younger son of Deralto and Konara
Martu, paternal grandmother, deceased, ex-Jr. Weyrwoman of Fort Weyr and 'Rider of Gold Iath
Kondoro, great-uncle (D'kon's brother), deceased, Lord of Fort Hold before Dekartu, older son of Deralto and Konara
Dekartu, 41, father, Lord of Fort Hold
Meristee, 42, mother, Lady of Fort Hold
Mekartu, 22, older brother and first in line for Lordship.
Tumeris, 21, older brother and Journeyman Harper
Meria, 19, older sister and wife of Southern Boll Hold heir
Pets:
None; she'll probably try for a firelizard at some point.
History:
There is no doubt that Dekistee came from an exceptional family. Her great-grandfather, Deralto, was the Lord Holder of Fort over fifty years ago. He married a Ruathan blueblood, Konara, and the pair had two sons before an illness took Konara's life when they were healthy toddlers. The sons were named Derokon and Kondoro, Kondoro being the older of the two. They both grew up in training to be the Lord one day, but it would be Kondoro who would be first in line, and it was Kondoro who was handsomer, more charming, who had finer tastes and was better with a sword. Derokon stumbled along in his brother's footsteps, waiting for the day when he could prove his own worth.
A few days after Kondoro turned eighteen, Derokon was Searched to Fort Weyr. The first time he Stood, he failed to Impress, but chose to remain at the Weyr to try again instead of returning to the Hold. He was successful the next go round, walking off with Bronze Geralth, nearly rivaling his brother in rank once they became full Dragonriders. Geralth surprised everyone when, a Turn later, the young Bronze Chased the Queen from the class ahead of him, Gold Iath, and won, making D'kon a Jr. Weyrleader. He did not love the Gold's 'Rider, Martu; he hardly even knew her, but she became pregnant after the Gold's Flight. After a heated discussion, they split up, but Martu miscarried a few sevendays later.
Then, Deralto died, and Kondoro became Lord of Fort Hold. He married, but he and his wife only had a series of miscarriages and no children. Shortly after the funeral, Iath Rose again, and Geralth caught her again. And again. After several Turns of working together, D'kon and Martu became fond of each other, as good friends if not lovers. When Martu became pregnant again after one of these Flights, she was able to carry the child to full term, and young Dekartu was born.
He grew up with the other Weyrbrats, special because of his royal parentage. He Stood as soon as he was allowed to, but never managed to Impress through his five Turns of Hatchings. When he was sixteen, Kondoro was killed in a freak riding accident, and since he was childless, that made D'kon the new Lord of Fort Hold. D'kon, however, would not leave his responsibilities at the Weyr for the Hold, but his son was a spitting image of Kondoro at sixteen, so he sent Dekartu to become the Lord Holder instead.
After two Turns of training, Dekartu took full control over the Hold, and did the job well. He married Meristee from Southern Hold, and the couple immediately had a son, which they named Mekartu. It became apparent that Dekartu was plagued with none of the fertility issues that plagued his uncle and, to some extent, his father (he was an only child), as Mekartu was followed immediately by another son, Tumeris. Their first daughter was born a Turn later, followed after another Turn by a second daughter, Meria. The first daughter was killed by illness when she was only eighteen months old, but that tragedy was followed by the birth of their last child, Dekistee.
As the youngest child and prettiest young girl, Dekistee was spoiled rotten. She was a fussy, particular child, wanting only the prettiest clothes and refusing to go play outside with the other children. Her older sister, Meria, was her closest friend, and as they got older, they attracted a circle of a few more privileged girls at their hold and were the heads of a clique of sorts. Neither of them ever had the slightest ambition to do something for themselves, dreaming only of marrying a handsome young heir and relaxing the days away.
Mekartu followed in Kondoro's and Dekartu's footsteps as the ideal heir to the Hold: brave, dashing, intelligent, and equally as good with a sword as the ladies. Tumeris, on the other hand, was a clumsy fighter and awkward with girls, though he relished learning about history and the arts. As much as Dekartu and Meristee wanted two sons ready to step into their father's role in case anything happened to Mekartu, they agreed to send Tumeris to the Harperhall. He showed an aptitude for it, becoming a Journeyman at eighteen, and moving fast into Mastery studies.
Well, their children were represented at Hold and Hall; now they only needed Weyr to complete their power. Meria, with a stronger constitution and better leadership abilities, was the one selected to follow her grandmother's path and become a Goldrider at Fort. Dekartu made an exceptionally large tithe to Fort to come Search his daughter, which they did. She was at Fort Weyr for exactly a sevenday before a caravan from another of Fort Weyr's holds, Southern Boll, arrived, carrying with it their heir to the Lordship. He and Meria fell in love and went back to Southern Boll. Their parents were equally as happy with that decision, promising a bright young future for Meria, and sent Dekistee to the Weyr when she was fourteen instead.
Dekistee was at Fort Weyr for only a month before she heard rumors of a Queen egg at a small Weyr named Dalibor. She instantly demanded to go there, but arrived too late, after Kalith's Hatching had already happened. She instead went to Western Hold while waiting for another Hatching, and did her best to charm their handsome young Lord Holder, but she never managed to win his attention. He Impressed at the Renegade's clutch, and, shortly after, Dekistee was Searched for real by one of Dalibor's 'Riders. She arrived before Kalith had even Flown for the second time.
Kalith flew, an Orange, Nikianeth, clutched, and Kalith clutched not long after. Dekistee trudged through candidacy with the others, making enemies, flirting with the cute boys, and paying off her peers to do her work for her. It became apparent to most that there was no Queen egg, but Dekistee knew there was a Queen egg on the Sands for her. She hadn't spent all this time at the Weyr to not become a Queenrider, after all!
Then, the day was upon them. Eggs hatched and hatched, but soon, even Dekistee had to realize there was no Queen egg among them. She decided she would settle for a Red or an Orange- a sub-Queen. A Red hatched a few minutes later, and Dekistee very foolishly strode out of line to Impress the dragon. The Red, obviously, was not pleased by that and mauled Dekistee, then went to Impress to Dekistee's enemy. Meanwhile, while she was lying, bleeding, on the Sands, a quiet little Black dragonet that had been hiding in the background before this approached her.
DekisteeMine, you look better like this,[/color] the Black said to her, showing her a picture of her bleeding on the ground, her scarlet blood contrasting wonderfully with the pure white of her candidate's robe, and then another of her being bored and uncaring earlier. You're pretty as it is. Your Daibunareth hopes that you can get up soon, though. I'm hungry.[/color] She had Impressed the strange little Black, and, obviously, Dekistee was not happy. Where was her Queen?! Blacks were the lowest of the low! They weren't good for anything besides filling the ranks with dragon drudges! Dekistee stormed out of the Sands, refusing to feed Daibunareth.
She never really got over the shock of Impressing a Black and being denied the Queen she thought she deserved. Certainly, she never grew to like Daibunareth. Surprisingly, the Black was just fine with that. He was a quiet, creepy, almost emotionless creature who much preferred the pictures to the personality. Dekistee was a pretty face; she was pleasant to look at, even if she was rotten. They suited each other just fine.
Dragon Name: Daibunareth (day bun a RETH)
Dragon Age: 3 Turns
Dragon Color: Black (000000)
Dragon Length: 20 feet
Dragon Personality:
There's no getting around it, Daibunareth is odd at best and downright creepy at worst. He is a creature void of any emotion. He feels a certain fondness for Dekistee, as a dragon must for his bonded, but even that doesn't hold much true feeling. Deaths don't sadden him, hatchings don't cheer him, angry Queens don't scare him. He just doesn't feel anything, ever. He's a bit of a psychopath.
However, while he has the emotional range of a cold-blooded killer, Daibunareth is no threat. He is easily one of the most passive dragons ever to inhabit Pern. He is a watcher and an observer. The only thing he seems to like in life is to watch others, to look at the pictures of the world around him. He does all he can to avoid being part of the world himself; he just likes to observe it. To him, neither words nor actions matter. The pictures are the only thing that matters. He is highly sensitive and observant, and if there is something to be seen, it is not likely Daibunareth will miss it.
Daibunareth is anti-social. He doesn't like interacting with others, he just likes to watch them. If forced, he will speak, but usually he only addresses His. He weighs every word carefully before talking. Daibunareth is also superficial-- he is far more willing to act friendly to those that exude a pleasant or happy image than those who are ugly. With how visual he is, it's not a surprise that he prefers to spend his very limited social time with those that are easy on the eyes.
Dragon Appearance:
Daibunareth's base color is undeniably black, not lightened at all by gray. That is what he is, after all. However, he has streaks of an almost silvery gray all over his body. They are tucked subtly into the curves of his legs, chest, neck, and belly. Far from sticking out, they blend in well, serving to enhance the gleam and slickness of his hide.
Daibunareth is fairly big for a Black, but that still makes him much smaller than the majority of Dalibor's dragons. Everything about him is long and slender, giving him an almost feminine appearance. He is light in weight, carrying almost no excess fat and very lean muscles. He will never be much for strength; carrying a small herdbeast a short distance is probably all he'll ever manage.
Daibunareth tends to blend into the background, as he prefers. Unlike Dekistee, he goes out of his way to be unnoticed by most. Even for a Black, he's an unnaturally silent and stealthy flier, and on the ground, he's the same, almost seeming to tiptoe everywhere he goes. He's graceful enough in the air, though his speed, agility, and stamina are only average for his color at his best. Because Dekistee does not keep him in optimum shape, his fitness is usually bad at best, and his performance in the air suffers.
Dragon History:
Daibunareth hatched from Kalith's second clutch. He did not throw himself into the fray immediately; instead, he was perfectly content to skulk behind his shells and watch. Dekistee stepped in front of the Red hatchling, Izkeeyerdath, thinking to Impress the sub-Queen. Needless to say, she was mauled. Daibunareth stepped in and Impressed to the pretty Candidate. Her red life blood on her pure white robe, death on life, was beautiful to him. DekisteeMine, you look better like this. You're pretty as it is. Your Daibunareth hopes that you can get up soon, though. I'm hungry.[/color] He was not fazed when she stormed out, in denial at having Impressed such a lowly color. He wasn't insulted, he wasn't bothered. He simply followed her out of the Hatching Sands.
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