Post by redwerecat on Feb 3, 2010 6:42:22 GMT -5
Name: Liam Valerian
Age: 28
Gender: Male
Sexual Orientation: Homosexual
Appearance: Tall, six-foot-four, and rather powerful-looking. While he's not a muscle builder, he's built like a lightweight boxer, lean and wolflike. He's got broad shoulders and long limbs, but a narrow waist and sort of bony wrists. He tends to slouch a good deal, but never quite notices.
His hair is extremely pale blonde, and his eyes a pale but vibrant blue; his features are angular and just nearing the description of 'hard' but this is usually due to the semi-permanent scowl he wears- the man really should smile once in a while. He never really means to seem intimidating or at all unfriendly but since he unconsciously keeps his expression either boredly neutral or bordering on pissed off, he tends to put people off. When he does relax more, he's got a rather handsome, if slightly crooked smile, and he can manage to even look surprisingly vulnerable if he's got his reading glasses on. (Which he wears strangely often; he's an avid fan of books and is quite farsighted.)
He keeps his hair short, and it usually tends to be sort of spiky from lack of a proper brushing- he rarely spends a lot of time on his appearance. It's not messy or bedhead, as it's really too short for even that, but rumpled is a good word for it. His clothes are mostly monotone, blacks, whites, and grays blending together easily, with the occasional color thrown in. His preferences lie toward simple things, jeans, t-shirts, and the like, though he has a long leather jacket that he wears a lot- mostly because it's difficult to find clothes that fit. The only things he wears that would possibly stand out are an earring- high on the cartilage of his left ear- and a bracelet in a rainbow of beads, though the colors are muted greatly. If one were to catch him sans clothing, they'd notice a good deal of scars along his arms, shoulders, and back, which he has covered with an intricate tattoo covering his back, and more along his shoulders and arms. He tends to not show his tattoos off as they seem to embarrass him- he's self conscious about them. (The scars are mostly from a life as a general labor-worker, and he also has a love of fast cars and mechanics, so actually they're all perfectly natural and probably indicate he can be a little absentminded and clumsy.)
Personality: He rarely draws attention to himself, preferring to keep quietly to the back and corners of the Weyr. He doesn't exactly lurk, but he tends to hide himself from others when traversing the weyr, taking an empty corridor, even if it's longer, to avoid someone. He's not anti-social; he just really despises smalltalk, and feels foolish and awkward trying to make conversation. He can get really talkative, but you need to somehow draw his attention...but he's always polite, even if he seems distant.
He's just bad at people, and really very shy. He isn't good with words except when it comes to literature-type words, and conversation with him can be awkward. He doesn't mind silence though, and is surprisingly content to be completely silent around people he's comfortable with. However, when he IS comfortable with you, expect him to talk a LOT. Or, at the very least, keep a running- and rather snarky- commentary up in the background.
He's a little bit of a pessimist, kind of a jerk, and really a lot more of a sweetheart than anyone ever usually gets to see. He's a romantic at heart, but so nervous and self-doubting he rarely demonstrates- and he hates recognition on it. He doesn't make friends easily but when he has them he'd do anything for them, like a nervous dog. He'll protect people with everything he has, and nothing is too much to ask of him if you really need help from him.
He loves books. Even his dragon has come to acquire a taste for literature, as Liam frequently will narrate whatever he's reading to his dragon whenever he's spending time with the dragon. Or Tag, though Tag tends to get bored and walk off...Liam sticks with him anyways, however. He can be kind of a dork when it comes to things he's interested in.
Liam also really enjoys shiny metal things of the vehicular type, and his pride and joy is his motorcycle which he built entirely by hand. (Well, re-vamped, anyway. He had most of the parts.) He's pretty handy with a wrench or a screwdrivers, and his past jobs all mostly involve labor of some sort; he was a general building construction worker, then an electrician, then a handyman, then an auto parts mechanic, then he somehow ended up as a librarian.
( He tends to hide the fact that he's gay...)
Picture: N/A
History: Liam could be considered to have a horrible and dramatic past, but truthfully, all of the trouble he's gotten himself into has been his own fault.
He has a small family, limited currently to his father and sister, though he only recently got to know Alexandra (his sister.) He lived with both of his parents until he was about eight years old, but after his sister was born, something happened and his father left, taking his newborn sister with him. (The details of the separation were never explained to Liam.)
So Liam was left living alone with his mother. He didn't particularly mind, though he certainly has very little in the way of respect for his father currently. Unfortunately, and this is the only real exception to the cause of most of the incidents in Liam's life as it was completely unavoidable, rather than his fault in some way; Liam's mother was killed in a gang shooting in their neighborhood one day while he was at school. (He would have been around fifteen.)
Liam then did one of the stupidest things he ever could have. He left class that day and never went back. Hell, he never even went back HOME. He ended up living on the streets for a few days before an older Friend of his got tired of seeing Liam show up looking like a dead rat and told him that Liam was crashing on his couch or he would be tied to a chair in Jay's basement as an alternative, but goddamn, he had to stop moping around like a sad puppy.
Liam chose the couch. (Wise of him; he was pretty sure Jay WOULD have locked him in his basement.)
And thus began the years of the Odd-jobs collecting. (He had to pay Jay rent after a certain point, especially after he decided not to finish school) He began as a hire-on for a small construction company that worked mainly on setting up new office buildings in a smaller city. Then came his time as a drywall installer, then a floor specialist, where he installed carpets and floorboards and tiles. After that was his time as an electrician, and that was also when he bought the junk-parts that would eventually become his motorcycle.Since he happened to have a thing for cars (especially the really nice fast ones) he eventually gave up construction and gravitated to being a mechanic; oddly, it was that job that took him to the small town of Haverston.
Then he got fired (well, he quit voluntarily, but that also consisted of decking his boss, so he may as well have been fired) and was a little stuck.
He looked for any job he could get and finally, bizarrely, landed one at the local Library. Why the old woman decided the suitable replacement for her nephew (who had run the library before leaving for college) was a sullen, tattooed, gay grease-monkey was never fully explained to anyone, but it turned out Liam was suited for the job. He loved books, and he had a decent enough memory to never misplace anything, so he stayed. That was just after he'd turned twenty three.
He took to frequenting a small cafe soon after they hired one of the most attractive waiters he'd ever seen. Of course, he never made anything obvious, but he always tipped the red haired boy very well.
And then the kid gave him his phone number. Liam was flabbergasted, and not sure what to do.
So, being utterly brilliant, he settled for leaving the cafe, getting as far as the street corner, and asking Tag out on a date.
It turned out to be a pretty good plan. Eventually Tag moved in with him, and they shared an apartment in New York City, though Liam still worked at the library (it was a really simple commute).
It was one night when he and Tag were wandering alongside the river that their lives got really weird.
Tag found a lizards nest, or something, and went over to inspect it. And got attacked by what appeared to be a gold dragon. Liam barely registered the fact, slightly more intent on finding out what the little creatures were. By the time he reached the bench they'd been under, there was only a small brown creature sitting there crying like a lost baby. Liam took pity, and rifled through his pockets until he found the half of a breakfast sandwich he'd bought earlier, and offered it to the thing. And then it's eyes swirled and he had a new friend.
Since it needed a name, Liam flippantly chose to name it after the first thing he saw; that was, unfortunately, a commercial for a Star Trek convention in the newspaper. Hence, Spock was named.
It was a few months later when Liam was woken by Tag, who said there was a strange man at the door. All was explained, yadda yadda, and they ended up on Pern.
Honestly, when they ended up at the hatching, Tag was the only one standing for Impression. Liam had been deemed too old, and he was waiting further back in the stands; he'd just wanted to see what was going on.
Most of the hatching had gone as planned, with the newborn dragons finding their life partners easily and with all of the love and heartwarming moments one would expect from an event like that.
And then a wobbly dark-shelled egg had shattered, and a deep rich black creature had stumbled out. His mouth had opened, as if he were crying out, but no sound emerged. The black dragon had looked around nervously, shuffling side to side awkwardly before wobbling over to the candidates. He'd looked them all over, and seemed to be getting increasingly more upset as he passed by each young girl or boy. Then the black dragon had stopped, and lurched into the stands, clambering toward a tall and very confused Earth-born man.
You! Mine! I was so afraid. I cannot call for you; my voice is broken! But now I found you, and I can hear you. My Liam, you won't leave Skirth, will you?
Liam could only stare at the little dragon that had so delicately put one forepaw on his leg, almost pleadingly. The black dragon's eyes widened, and it looked horrified; Liam just knew it was upset.
LiamMine?
Liam let out an explosive sigh of ...relief? Confusion? Utter bafflements? Who knew. But he ran a hand along the dragon's neck, soothing it.
"Yeah, I'm here. Skirth, right?" he said, sighing. "Don't look like that. I'm not going anywhere without you, okay?"
And then came the shout of the terrified queen, as a mixed-colored hatchling was born...and made a beeline for Tag. And then they were pulled away from the sands, and the two men got to wait sheepishly as the Weyr decided what to do with a genderless dragon and one who could not chew firestone.
So Rocky it was.
Liam still feels a little awkward being one of the oldest Weyrlings; he's older than no few of the full riders, even. Still, what will be will be, and he's very likely to ignore any snide comments he may hear. And with Gideon to babysit now (he's become the unfortunate unofficial guardian for the troubled teenager) he can't really afford to set a bad example. (Except he totally does.)
After such a long time, it's clear Skirth is fully grown. The black dragon is powerful, strong, and healthy as can be, minus the clear lack of voice and the throat defect which has recently proven to interfere with the function of his chewing firestone. But He's reached his full and not at all unimpressive adult size, built up his muscles from the awkward little thing he was as a weyrling, and he's taken an interest in the flights of the females- much to Liam's chagrin. He's not getting on well with the man who was at one point his boyfriend, and the flights only confuse him more.
He's taken to long missions anywhere but wherever Tag is, and may or may not be on a Military bend currently- he's willing to take orders for the sake of Pern, even if Faizah might not agree. The American and Japanese militaries are looking for sympathizers within the Weyrs, and Liam isn't one to argue. And Skirth? Hard to tell. He's surprisingly sensitive as a Search dragon, and puts his talents to use there, but Liam's wishes are his own for the most part.
Black Skirth
Dragon Name: Skirth
Dragon Color: Brown, 000000
Dragon Defect/Injury: Melanism- hide is black, rather than brown; Defect in throat and chest- mute and unable to chew firestone.
Appearance: Skirth's most prominent feature is the rich, deep black of his hide. Appearing as true black, the brown dragon's true color, a deep mahogany, only shows under the harshest, brightest light. He is afflicted by melanism, which turns the pigments of his hide a much darker shade than is natural. He's naturally a jet-black coloration, though it's unnatural in comparison to most dragons.
Skirth is, of course, small now, but he shows promise to become quite large in the future, possibly even rivaling some of the smaller bronzes in size. He appears perfectly healthy to all, his body in perfect proportion to any other browns, though he appears to have a slightly stockier chest than most.
But while in the shell, something damaged him; he lacks the proper musculature and systems in his throat and chest to be able to produce any sound other than that which his own breathing makes, and of course, his mindspeech, and the damage further restricted his ability to chew firestone; he is unable to make flame.
Personality:Skirth is a kind and forgiving dragon. He is quite affectionate, adoring his rider and never caring when Liam's flit Spock chooses to rest his oh-so-weary hide on Skirth's muzzle for a nap. The brown's favorite activity is testing his own limits, whether it be flying a little higher than he should, or taking a risky leap off the edge of a high cliff side- he feels he should push himself to make up for his inability to chew firestone. He enjoys learning and testing himself, and will never turn down a challenge, even if it would be wise to do so. However he is very noble, and incredibly respectful of rank. Were anyone to try to harm a member of his weyr, whether it be his Weyr's queen or any other, Skirth would not hesitate to jump to their defense.
Skirth is very intelligent, with a wry sense of humor and sharp wit. He has a tendency for sarcasm, rare in many dragons, but considering his rider's temperament, it isn't too hard to see where the black dragon would have picked up those habits. He loves his rider dearly, and his favorite times are when he and Liam simply sit in Skirth's cave-quarters, while Liam narrates a book to the dragon.
Some find Skirth eerily silent, as he doesn't make sounds, and he tends to sneak up on people without them realizing it at first. As such, Skirth tends to move very deliberately and quite carefully, announcing his presence with a flick of his wings or a shake of his head, as he cannot announce himself through the soft growls and bugles of the other dragons. This greatly amuses Liam, who claims that he and Skirth are a perfect match, skulking around as they do. Skirth usually ignores this, pretending as if he hasn't heard, or oh-so-conveniently smacking Liam with a wing.
Brown Spock
Firelizard Name: Spock (Yes, THAT Spock)
Firelizard Color: Brown
Appearance:Spock is a very large flit, reaching just over three feet in length, making him larger even than some of the bronzes currently. (This likely will change as the bronzes grow, but it could appear that Spock may grow as well.)
Spock is a soft, dusty, grey-brown, like bark on a tree, or a dusty chocolate color. He's got a very long tail, and he emotes with it very well- it flicks and twirls like a cat's. This lazy flit is likely to be seen stretched out in a sunny spot on his back, tail twitching contentedly as he naps.
Personality: He's a very loving flit, acting much like a housepet- he enjoys being pampered and doted upon. He's always courteous and polite, treating smaller and younger flits like teacher, shooing them away from trouble and keeping an eye on them. He treats queens like a gentleman, willing to bring the golds or even greens any little trinket he may find, and doting upon them quite gallantly, especially HIS's mate's queen flit, Tiggy, who bosses him around like a spoiled princess. Spock doesn't mind in the least. He is a noble creature though, and defends Skirth like a big brother, not tolerating anyone being unkind to the dragonette.
His downfall is that he's rather lazy, and flying is far too much of an effort- he rather prefers to hitch a ride on someone else, or waddle on his own four feet. He naps much of the time, his favorite places being Liam, Liam, Liam, Skirth's head, Liam again, and sunny patches.
He can frequently be seen clinging to Liam's back, claws hooked into the fabric of his shirt, with the flits, tail wrapped around Liam's waist, head resting against his cheek, and his wings folded over Liam's shoulders like some chirpy winged backpack.
Age: 28
Gender: Male
Sexual Orientation: Homosexual
Appearance: Tall, six-foot-four, and rather powerful-looking. While he's not a muscle builder, he's built like a lightweight boxer, lean and wolflike. He's got broad shoulders and long limbs, but a narrow waist and sort of bony wrists. He tends to slouch a good deal, but never quite notices.
His hair is extremely pale blonde, and his eyes a pale but vibrant blue; his features are angular and just nearing the description of 'hard' but this is usually due to the semi-permanent scowl he wears- the man really should smile once in a while. He never really means to seem intimidating or at all unfriendly but since he unconsciously keeps his expression either boredly neutral or bordering on pissed off, he tends to put people off. When he does relax more, he's got a rather handsome, if slightly crooked smile, and he can manage to even look surprisingly vulnerable if he's got his reading glasses on. (Which he wears strangely often; he's an avid fan of books and is quite farsighted.)
He keeps his hair short, and it usually tends to be sort of spiky from lack of a proper brushing- he rarely spends a lot of time on his appearance. It's not messy or bedhead, as it's really too short for even that, but rumpled is a good word for it. His clothes are mostly monotone, blacks, whites, and grays blending together easily, with the occasional color thrown in. His preferences lie toward simple things, jeans, t-shirts, and the like, though he has a long leather jacket that he wears a lot- mostly because it's difficult to find clothes that fit. The only things he wears that would possibly stand out are an earring- high on the cartilage of his left ear- and a bracelet in a rainbow of beads, though the colors are muted greatly. If one were to catch him sans clothing, they'd notice a good deal of scars along his arms, shoulders, and back, which he has covered with an intricate tattoo covering his back, and more along his shoulders and arms. He tends to not show his tattoos off as they seem to embarrass him- he's self conscious about them. (The scars are mostly from a life as a general labor-worker, and he also has a love of fast cars and mechanics, so actually they're all perfectly natural and probably indicate he can be a little absentminded and clumsy.)
Personality: He rarely draws attention to himself, preferring to keep quietly to the back and corners of the Weyr. He doesn't exactly lurk, but he tends to hide himself from others when traversing the weyr, taking an empty corridor, even if it's longer, to avoid someone. He's not anti-social; he just really despises smalltalk, and feels foolish and awkward trying to make conversation. He can get really talkative, but you need to somehow draw his attention...but he's always polite, even if he seems distant.
He's just bad at people, and really very shy. He isn't good with words except when it comes to literature-type words, and conversation with him can be awkward. He doesn't mind silence though, and is surprisingly content to be completely silent around people he's comfortable with. However, when he IS comfortable with you, expect him to talk a LOT. Or, at the very least, keep a running- and rather snarky- commentary up in the background.
He's a little bit of a pessimist, kind of a jerk, and really a lot more of a sweetheart than anyone ever usually gets to see. He's a romantic at heart, but so nervous and self-doubting he rarely demonstrates- and he hates recognition on it. He doesn't make friends easily but when he has them he'd do anything for them, like a nervous dog. He'll protect people with everything he has, and nothing is too much to ask of him if you really need help from him.
He loves books. Even his dragon has come to acquire a taste for literature, as Liam frequently will narrate whatever he's reading to his dragon whenever he's spending time with the dragon. Or Tag, though Tag tends to get bored and walk off...Liam sticks with him anyways, however. He can be kind of a dork when it comes to things he's interested in.
Liam also really enjoys shiny metal things of the vehicular type, and his pride and joy is his motorcycle which he built entirely by hand. (Well, re-vamped, anyway. He had most of the parts.) He's pretty handy with a wrench or a screwdrivers, and his past jobs all mostly involve labor of some sort; he was a general building construction worker, then an electrician, then a handyman, then an auto parts mechanic, then he somehow ended up as a librarian.
( He tends to hide the fact that he's gay...)
Picture: N/A
History: Liam could be considered to have a horrible and dramatic past, but truthfully, all of the trouble he's gotten himself into has been his own fault.
He has a small family, limited currently to his father and sister, though he only recently got to know Alexandra (his sister.) He lived with both of his parents until he was about eight years old, but after his sister was born, something happened and his father left, taking his newborn sister with him. (The details of the separation were never explained to Liam.)
So Liam was left living alone with his mother. He didn't particularly mind, though he certainly has very little in the way of respect for his father currently. Unfortunately, and this is the only real exception to the cause of most of the incidents in Liam's life as it was completely unavoidable, rather than his fault in some way; Liam's mother was killed in a gang shooting in their neighborhood one day while he was at school. (He would have been around fifteen.)
Liam then did one of the stupidest things he ever could have. He left class that day and never went back. Hell, he never even went back HOME. He ended up living on the streets for a few days before an older Friend of his got tired of seeing Liam show up looking like a dead rat and told him that Liam was crashing on his couch or he would be tied to a chair in Jay's basement as an alternative, but goddamn, he had to stop moping around like a sad puppy.
Liam chose the couch. (Wise of him; he was pretty sure Jay WOULD have locked him in his basement.)
And thus began the years of the Odd-jobs collecting. (He had to pay Jay rent after a certain point, especially after he decided not to finish school) He began as a hire-on for a small construction company that worked mainly on setting up new office buildings in a smaller city. Then came his time as a drywall installer, then a floor specialist, where he installed carpets and floorboards and tiles. After that was his time as an electrician, and that was also when he bought the junk-parts that would eventually become his motorcycle.Since he happened to have a thing for cars (especially the really nice fast ones) he eventually gave up construction and gravitated to being a mechanic; oddly, it was that job that took him to the small town of Haverston.
Then he got fired (well, he quit voluntarily, but that also consisted of decking his boss, so he may as well have been fired) and was a little stuck.
He looked for any job he could get and finally, bizarrely, landed one at the local Library. Why the old woman decided the suitable replacement for her nephew (who had run the library before leaving for college) was a sullen, tattooed, gay grease-monkey was never fully explained to anyone, but it turned out Liam was suited for the job. He loved books, and he had a decent enough memory to never misplace anything, so he stayed. That was just after he'd turned twenty three.
He took to frequenting a small cafe soon after they hired one of the most attractive waiters he'd ever seen. Of course, he never made anything obvious, but he always tipped the red haired boy very well.
And then the kid gave him his phone number. Liam was flabbergasted, and not sure what to do.
So, being utterly brilliant, he settled for leaving the cafe, getting as far as the street corner, and asking Tag out on a date.
It turned out to be a pretty good plan. Eventually Tag moved in with him, and they shared an apartment in New York City, though Liam still worked at the library (it was a really simple commute).
It was one night when he and Tag were wandering alongside the river that their lives got really weird.
Tag found a lizards nest, or something, and went over to inspect it. And got attacked by what appeared to be a gold dragon. Liam barely registered the fact, slightly more intent on finding out what the little creatures were. By the time he reached the bench they'd been under, there was only a small brown creature sitting there crying like a lost baby. Liam took pity, and rifled through his pockets until he found the half of a breakfast sandwich he'd bought earlier, and offered it to the thing. And then it's eyes swirled and he had a new friend.
Since it needed a name, Liam flippantly chose to name it after the first thing he saw; that was, unfortunately, a commercial for a Star Trek convention in the newspaper. Hence, Spock was named.
It was a few months later when Liam was woken by Tag, who said there was a strange man at the door. All was explained, yadda yadda, and they ended up on Pern.
Honestly, when they ended up at the hatching, Tag was the only one standing for Impression. Liam had been deemed too old, and he was waiting further back in the stands; he'd just wanted to see what was going on.
Most of the hatching had gone as planned, with the newborn dragons finding their life partners easily and with all of the love and heartwarming moments one would expect from an event like that.
And then a wobbly dark-shelled egg had shattered, and a deep rich black creature had stumbled out. His mouth had opened, as if he were crying out, but no sound emerged. The black dragon had looked around nervously, shuffling side to side awkwardly before wobbling over to the candidates. He'd looked them all over, and seemed to be getting increasingly more upset as he passed by each young girl or boy. Then the black dragon had stopped, and lurched into the stands, clambering toward a tall and very confused Earth-born man.
You! Mine! I was so afraid. I cannot call for you; my voice is broken! But now I found you, and I can hear you. My Liam, you won't leave Skirth, will you?
Liam could only stare at the little dragon that had so delicately put one forepaw on his leg, almost pleadingly. The black dragon's eyes widened, and it looked horrified; Liam just knew it was upset.
LiamMine?
Liam let out an explosive sigh of ...relief? Confusion? Utter bafflements? Who knew. But he ran a hand along the dragon's neck, soothing it.
"Yeah, I'm here. Skirth, right?" he said, sighing. "Don't look like that. I'm not going anywhere without you, okay?"
And then came the shout of the terrified queen, as a mixed-colored hatchling was born...and made a beeline for Tag. And then they were pulled away from the sands, and the two men got to wait sheepishly as the Weyr decided what to do with a genderless dragon and one who could not chew firestone.
So Rocky it was.
Liam still feels a little awkward being one of the oldest Weyrlings; he's older than no few of the full riders, even. Still, what will be will be, and he's very likely to ignore any snide comments he may hear. And with Gideon to babysit now (he's become the unfortunate unofficial guardian for the troubled teenager) he can't really afford to set a bad example. (Except he totally does.)
After such a long time, it's clear Skirth is fully grown. The black dragon is powerful, strong, and healthy as can be, minus the clear lack of voice and the throat defect which has recently proven to interfere with the function of his chewing firestone. But He's reached his full and not at all unimpressive adult size, built up his muscles from the awkward little thing he was as a weyrling, and he's taken an interest in the flights of the females- much to Liam's chagrin. He's not getting on well with the man who was at one point his boyfriend, and the flights only confuse him more.
He's taken to long missions anywhere but wherever Tag is, and may or may not be on a Military bend currently- he's willing to take orders for the sake of Pern, even if Faizah might not agree. The American and Japanese militaries are looking for sympathizers within the Weyrs, and Liam isn't one to argue. And Skirth? Hard to tell. He's surprisingly sensitive as a Search dragon, and puts his talents to use there, but Liam's wishes are his own for the most part.
Black Skirth
Dragon Name: Skirth
Dragon Color: Brown, 000000
Dragon Defect/Injury: Melanism- hide is black, rather than brown; Defect in throat and chest- mute and unable to chew firestone.
Appearance: Skirth's most prominent feature is the rich, deep black of his hide. Appearing as true black, the brown dragon's true color, a deep mahogany, only shows under the harshest, brightest light. He is afflicted by melanism, which turns the pigments of his hide a much darker shade than is natural. He's naturally a jet-black coloration, though it's unnatural in comparison to most dragons.
Skirth is, of course, small now, but he shows promise to become quite large in the future, possibly even rivaling some of the smaller bronzes in size. He appears perfectly healthy to all, his body in perfect proportion to any other browns, though he appears to have a slightly stockier chest than most.
But while in the shell, something damaged him; he lacks the proper musculature and systems in his throat and chest to be able to produce any sound other than that which his own breathing makes, and of course, his mindspeech, and the damage further restricted his ability to chew firestone; he is unable to make flame.
Personality:Skirth is a kind and forgiving dragon. He is quite affectionate, adoring his rider and never caring when Liam's flit Spock chooses to rest his oh-so-weary hide on Skirth's muzzle for a nap. The brown's favorite activity is testing his own limits, whether it be flying a little higher than he should, or taking a risky leap off the edge of a high cliff side- he feels he should push himself to make up for his inability to chew firestone. He enjoys learning and testing himself, and will never turn down a challenge, even if it would be wise to do so. However he is very noble, and incredibly respectful of rank. Were anyone to try to harm a member of his weyr, whether it be his Weyr's queen or any other, Skirth would not hesitate to jump to their defense.
Skirth is very intelligent, with a wry sense of humor and sharp wit. He has a tendency for sarcasm, rare in many dragons, but considering his rider's temperament, it isn't too hard to see where the black dragon would have picked up those habits. He loves his rider dearly, and his favorite times are when he and Liam simply sit in Skirth's cave-quarters, while Liam narrates a book to the dragon.
Some find Skirth eerily silent, as he doesn't make sounds, and he tends to sneak up on people without them realizing it at first. As such, Skirth tends to move very deliberately and quite carefully, announcing his presence with a flick of his wings or a shake of his head, as he cannot announce himself through the soft growls and bugles of the other dragons. This greatly amuses Liam, who claims that he and Skirth are a perfect match, skulking around as they do. Skirth usually ignores this, pretending as if he hasn't heard, or oh-so-conveniently smacking Liam with a wing.
Brown Spock
Firelizard Name: Spock (Yes, THAT Spock)
Firelizard Color: Brown
Appearance:Spock is a very large flit, reaching just over three feet in length, making him larger even than some of the bronzes currently. (This likely will change as the bronzes grow, but it could appear that Spock may grow as well.)
Spock is a soft, dusty, grey-brown, like bark on a tree, or a dusty chocolate color. He's got a very long tail, and he emotes with it very well- it flicks and twirls like a cat's. This lazy flit is likely to be seen stretched out in a sunny spot on his back, tail twitching contentedly as he naps.
Personality: He's a very loving flit, acting much like a housepet- he enjoys being pampered and doted upon. He's always courteous and polite, treating smaller and younger flits like teacher, shooing them away from trouble and keeping an eye on them. He treats queens like a gentleman, willing to bring the golds or even greens any little trinket he may find, and doting upon them quite gallantly, especially HIS's mate's queen flit, Tiggy, who bosses him around like a spoiled princess. Spock doesn't mind in the least. He is a noble creature though, and defends Skirth like a big brother, not tolerating anyone being unkind to the dragonette.
His downfall is that he's rather lazy, and flying is far too much of an effort- he rather prefers to hitch a ride on someone else, or waddle on his own four feet. He naps much of the time, his favorite places being Liam, Liam, Liam, Skirth's head, Liam again, and sunny patches.
He can frequently be seen clinging to Liam's back, claws hooked into the fabric of his shirt, with the flits, tail wrapped around Liam's waist, head resting against his cheek, and his wings folded over Liam's shoulders like some chirpy winged backpack.
