Dominic's Companions

Eat Your Heart Out Arcane

Name: Sugar Cookie

Mindspeech: #cc51ce

Before you even see this Arcane you can hear it, its wings a razor wind of humming as it zooms about your head, darting first one way than the other. The strange little Arcane is quite beautiful to look at if you can catch a glimpse: silver glided wings with white gold and odd pink quartz decorate its lower and upper wings. The only time this little Arcane holds still is to crawl atop your shoulder and cuddle your face!

Though not very big, this little imitator moth is very bright! Be prepared for lots of questions and certainly some invasive ones, for the more the little Arcane knows the better to help you to fix what's wrong. Though it might seem a bit overbearing or even a tad bit cruel, this Arcane has nothing but good intentions and will do everything it can to make that a point. Expect surprise cuddles, odd hugs, and high pitched thrums as each time this little Arcane sees you its wings beat even faster in excitement, and that will never change. Expect that every interest you have will be delved into, that everything you touch becomes a curiosity, and why? The better to understand and help its lovely zombie.

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Can I Hope to Try Again Male Solar Athid

Name: Loved

Mindspeech: Color #a73393

Solar Athid are known to be altruistic peacekeepers and often poor judges of character, easily overwhelmed by their desire to help, and easy to take advantage of. Try Again knows that latter facet only too well. When he was a young, newly-formed Athling he fell into the company of an individual who extorted his willingness to assist and the belief that his friend was never guilty of the incidents lain against him. This friend was also quite two-faced, kind one minute, manipulative when something was wanted, then cruelly criticizing when Try Again was the one who was in need. In short, it was a very toxic friendship. It was only by the grace of Aeon that Try Again didn't form a Bond with them or things might've gone far worse. As it stands it look a lot of effort and true kindness from (the Day Roc) and overhearing his so-called friend speaking to another, revealing his true colors, for Try Again to finally see the truth and break away though that final encounter was traumatic enough.

Now grown and having the support and companionship of Words the Hope Giver Day Roc, Try Again has been convinced that he might give another shot at finding a non-creature friend. He's incredibly nervous about it as is understandable but deep in his heart he wants such a positive relationship. If ever there was an Athid who needs a Bonded it's him. He thrives on companionship and affection as much as sunlight. He likes to be helpful, wants to be needed. But dare he trust again, put himself at risk for another, tragic betrayal?

He's got one more chance to try again.

Try Again is of the larger sized Athid at around two feet in total length. In form he looks like a bumblebee complete with soft 'fur' over his body (great for hugging!), delicate wings of metal filigree framing clear, sturdy plastic, and eyes of ebony glass. About the only difference is that instead of yellow and black he is purple and black.

Soldier of Salvation Archangel

Name: Cloudmane

Every Host needs its soldiers, no matter how peaceable Starmanes are as a species. And those soldiers are usually the Archangels, protective and kind, watchful and vigilant. This one is no different from most in that respect. He does tend to go out of his way to find and help the hopeless and the lost, however, particularly those who seem to be lost causes to the untrained eye. Be careful with him; you never quite know what kind of stray he'll bring home next, needing shelter or food or both. All who are lost can be found, all who need help can be saved. Such is the basic tenet of this Archangel's existence.

He's a handsome angel-horse, though, a regal arch to his neck and a proud set to his posture. His pelt is the silver of a distant stormcloud kissed by the sun and his lightstrand-and-star mane, tail, and fetlocks all shine like the stars of the night sky. Like all Starmanes, his hooves glisten like diamonds and pad nearly silently against the ground, leaving nearly no trace of his passing.

I Will Fix the Scars Unseen Naiad Female Nadur

Name: Angelique


Speech: Italic #7FFFD4

Not all scars leave marks. Not all hits leave visible bruises. Not everything heals up like nothing has happened. Sometimes, a wound goes deeper than just the physical appearance. Sometimes there is emotional and mental traumas and scars that need to be cleaned, dressed, and looked after. If not, no matter how well the outside looks, the inside is a mass of mess. This Naiad knows this very well. Skilled in both the physical and mental attributes of healing, she will make sure the outside reflects the inside and the inside reflects the outside. Tremendously patient, she doesn't care how long it takes or how many backward steps there are, she will see her patient through it all and to the very end.

A dark cream is her main color, covering more than ninety percent of her body. In the middle of her back, a lighter brown and light cream alternation occurs, giving the impression that someone had just dropped a pebble in the middle of the puddle that is her. Her eyes a lovely shade of brown, bringing to mind gooey chocolate from fresh baked cookies or warm coco in the middle of winter. Coming to just a little over three feet in height, she uses it to her advantage well in herding her patients to just where exactly she needs them to go.

Mother of the Stars Female Nebula 

Name: Carina

Speech: Italics #D645B9

Inspiration: The Orion Nebula

This Astrum is all lady. Not in the arrogant way, but she can come across as superior and haughty. It's not that she's a poor character. Appearances are just vital to her. She spends at least a good hour a day grooming her rainbow-hued fur, perfecting the work of art that is her coat, carries herself as it watched at all times, and is always certain to say the polite thing no matter what she thinks otherwise. She brought her offspring to bond a long time ago because it was not only the safe thing to do (she will not overly mention it, but she lost three of her offspring to sickness when they were very, very small), but seeks to Bond to a 'ground person' as it is a very dignified thing to do, and she always wants the best for her babies. You can be sure any she may bond to will also be put to the same scrutiny when they venture into public. Her artistic tastes tend towards worn items, such as jewelry or clothing, and she has a keen eye for what colors and patterns go well together, or do not, the little fashionista!

Her plush fur is probably better patterned than other Nebula, a fact she takes quite pride in, as none of her colors clash to their neighbor nor overwhelm the whole. Purples, blues, and rosy pinks dominate her coloration, with yellows, greens, and whites dapples here and there as 'accents.' these colorations filter over onto her feathered wings, which also take much time to groom to satisfaction.

Inspiration: Link

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Just Trust Me Female Event Horizon Astrum

Name: Marie

Mindspeech: Bold #85ad96

It is common knowledge that Event Horizon Astrum have glimpses of the future. Though they are sometimes expressed not-so-clearly they are typically right. It just takes a little talent to figure out what they're saying. But for Just Trust Me, that wasn't the only problem. You see she's always been a rather prolific prognosticator. Her prophecies are quite vivid in her eyes. The problem is that she gets mixed up with her words and in what she sees when. She sometimes has prophecies on top of prophecies and that can lead to her giving warnings that would otherwise be right at a different point in time. Her forecasts of rain might come days later, or a rhyme about a bad decision may only come after the decision has already been made. Those that know Just Trust Me thus tend to dismiss her words at face value. They know she's speaking the truth, but when you can't tell when something will happen knowing about it is stressful and tiring. It's better in that case, many think, to not know at all. It's rather disheartening yet she still tries to warn those her visions concern. She's a sweetheart you see, and feels it's her duty to try and aid those she can, by Aeon! If anyone will just trust her, she knows she can.

Physically her body type greatly resembles a Cornish rex with their thin frames, long legs, ropy tail, large ears, and large eyes. Like all Event Horizons her short, wavy yet soft fur is solid black with a single blue-white stripe that flashes along her shoulder to her flank, and her feathered wings are also solid black. Her purple glow is quite pretty when it accents her form and when it highlights her star-yellow eyes.

It's All Fun And Games Until Someone Loses A Finger Hunter

Name: Ney

Speech: Bold #225180

Ney is a rather pretty looking thing, at least for the most part. She's lean and muscular, a bit on the more moderate side in terms of size. She is a dark gray color that easily could blend in with dusk lighting, which is good given her habit of hunting. Then again, it's a common hour for any Hellhound to hunt. She is also in the habit of leading the group in picking off the prey they are going after and the silence of her footfalls can be a bit unnerving. She has a thin red band over her eyes and each of her paws are crimson as if dipped in blood.

Ney loves to hunt and be around others in a hunt, but when she's not focused on a hunt is where her real personality shows through. She is playful and enjoys games and thinking things through. Strategy games are her favorite - she loves to out think and outmaneuver her opponents, including doing things that would make others doubt their choices to combat her or her Terror. She is very intelligent and she will do her best to lead others. She wants more than anything to do her part, but games of strategy and violence are her favorites.

She loves fighting with others and knows how to best them when they try to best her! She wants to play with everyone and everything is a game. Even hunting for food is a game of survival, it's a game that leads one to do their very best. Whenever she is focused on a target, everything else is secondary. She wants to have fun and she wants to provide. Get in the way, and that's where someone loses a finger...or more...to her jaws.

Your Walking Reference Library Female Scholar Familiar Odelia

Mindspeech: #c78248

Perhaps it should come as no surprise when looking at her chosen form, but this familiar is an intense bookworm. When problems arise she breaks her otherwise quiet demeanor and often suggests some solution she already knows, a visit to the Village Library, or a visit to someone of known expertise in the issue (though finding out the information through research is her preferred method). She has a laser-like focus on the task at hand and rarely strays to other pursuits, especially without serious reason. Hyper intelligent she puts up a front of being confident and even comes off as bossy to others around her, insisting that she knows the answer in her near-eidetic memory and that they should listen. But at her core her drive to be the best at everything stems from a deep feeling of inadequacy and insecurity. She wants little more than to be useful to her friends, especially her Bonded to whom she owes her greatest loyalty. In any situation she wants to ensure her Bonded succeeds and thus offers her knowledge freely. Get past her sometimes irritating exterior and you'll find a compassionate creature who is fond of protecting the underdogs, the defenseless, and the unjustly maligned or bullied. Seeing someone being treated unfairly is one of the only other things that can prompt her to speak excessively.

As per most all Scholar Familiars she is a small creature at barely over 8.5 inches tall with a wingspan of just under two feet. Her feathers are a mottles brown and dusty white-gray, though she looks a bit thinner than her mundane counterparts. Her eyes are piercing green and capable of darting so fast over anything she reads it might be in question whether she actually absorbs any information...until you question her on anything she's read and she fires off answers in the blink of one of said darting eyes.

Notes: Looks like a little owl in her final form

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I Just Want To Travel With You Female Angel Familiar, Finora

Mindspeech: Italics #e8aef6

Travel With You, like most all other Angel Familiars, is a kind creature and highly affectionate towards her Bonded. She in young in terms of Familiars, very new to the world. Much will have to be explained to her, and she doesn't understand much at the moment. But she's eager to learn and bring a childlike innocence and curiosity to everything she does. One thing that cannot be understated is just how much pure hope she carries into any situation. Even when things seem the darkest, as long as she's with you there's nothing that cannot be overcome. Oddly, she and Demon of the Skies seem to have some deja vu kind of familiarity with one another, though there's nothing to explain it and the Hippogryph hardly seems to care. For her part Travel With You is somewhat intimidated by the other and does her best to not invoke her ire.

Travel With You is one of the Familiars that has taken a more mundane animal form... if with a few extra adornments, just in case you were uncertain that she wasn't mundane. Physically she looks kind of like a very small deer, barely standing two feet tall at the top of her head and is very delicate in build. Like a Pegasus she has bird wings, though they can only hold her about a foot or so into the air and for only about half an hour at a time. Were it not for her being incapable of being a hybrid from the winged equines and a Familiar some might think her such. Feathers adorn her ankles right above her cloven hooves. Her eyes are a bit large for her head (the term 'anime style' might come to mind), and as all Angel Familiars are sparkle pale blue. Her coat is pastel mint green with pink on her lower legs, hooves, the undersides of her wings, and on the tip of her very long, almost leonine-like tail. Though she is clearly female the typical terms of gender doesn't always apply to her kind; she has small, two-point antlers that start buttercream yellow at her head and fade into rose pink at the tips.

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Remember, Life Is A Balance Male Meridian Familiar, Adalwyn


Mindspeech: Italics Bold #8d076b

For many years Dominic has kept his head down, avoided drawing attention and just tried to live his life day by day. And it's sad, really. He's clever, and compassionate, and has traits that make him a very good person by the standards of those who have breeched his defenses, few though they have been.

That is a situation that Adalwyn hopes to change.

It is a fact that most humanoids are social creatures to some extent. Even antisocial people will take companionship on their own terms. It's healthy, natural. Despite Dominic being an undead Adalwyn is determined to see that his life has the balance that it requires for his mental and spiritual well-being, with a gentle touch. Kindly and soft-spoken, Adalwyn knows the zombie's boundaries as only a Familiar can. He will coax his other half into gatherings that he knows the other can handle, but at the same time know when Dominic has had enough and needs to leave, or when to interpose himself between Dominic and others as a living barrier, a request for space. He's also good at reading others with regard to Dominic and how they will behave around the zombie. Granted people might surprise Adalwyn but that's what his teeth are for, no? Push Dominic too far and you'll find out what the balance of 'peaceful is.

In physical form Adalwyn is much akin to a German shepherd dog, though his coloration definitely falls into the Meridian Familiar territory. His lower jaw, throat, underside, and all four paws are gray while everything else is just slightly off-white, making his silver eyes almost blend into his face.

The Last You'll Ever See Xenomorph Drone

Name: Shuck

The xenomorph is, for all intents and purposes, a towering and fearsome creature, and Shuck is a prime example of why even the lowest caste is cause for nightmares. Possessing a vertebrate-like body, a protective dark exoskeleton, a long flexible tail tipped with a sharp and slender blade, an elongated domed head and a toothed mouth hiding a secondary, extendable inner maw, they are truly a being built to kill. Despite their lack of desire (or perhaps lack of ability) to communicate in anything beyond their native language of hissing, growls, shrieks, and so forth, they are extremely intelligent and capable of learning relatively quickly, gathering information and making advantageous use of their environment. It is rare for them to display emotion aside from aggression and fear, and they are capable of recognizing and reacting to pain. They possess an exoskeleton much like that of a lobster, impenetrable to everything but the most powerful human firearms. They are also capable of sensing minute changes in a creature's biology and are a master of stealth, able to blend into darkness to ambush an oblivious passerby. Despite their inherent deadliness, however, Shuck does occasionally listen to Dominic and will (albeit reluctantly) back down.