There’s a little music in every heart. For some people it’s a faraway drone, slow and stately and almost unchanging. For others it’s far more present, the ever-changing accompaniment to their journey for life. For still others song is an intrinsic part of the very fabric of their soul. For those like Rylan the heart is the best metronome- and for this little blue, it’s the very same.
A bright and cheerful creature, this firelizard is filled to overflowing with enthusiasm for life. Why would he walk if he could bounce? Why would he speak if he could sing? Anything worth doing is worth doing right, after all, and he’s utterly unafraid to pour his hearts into everything he does. Alas, his madcap energy doesn’t come with an off switch. He lives life in fast forward, tearing from place to place and task to task until his body throws in the towel. Expect to find him asleep in all sorts of strange places, draped over chairs and curled up in coffee mugs. It’ll be up to Rylan to make sure he eats, too, for food will slip his mind in his rush to attend to whatever’s next on his list. Almost as if in exchange, he’ll be more than happy to assist Rylan with all the niggling little tasks that clutter up his day. If ever a firelizard could learn to brew tea and track down crumpets, it’s this little guy- and if he can’t actually help? His endless singing, humming and chirring might just provide some inspiration for Rylan’s work. After all, he’s got a metronome heart, and naught could keep him from singing.
It’d take a body the size of a dragon to hold all the love and joy in this blue’s heart. Perhaps it’s a good thing, then, that he’s on the large size of average for a firelizard of his rank. His sleek, streamlined frame is well-muscled and his soft hide fairly gleams with good health. A line of silver scales runs down his spine, fanning out across his shoulders, hips and surprisingly elegant head. They merely hint at his mixed-blood heritage: his ability to breathe frost actively clinches it. Perhaps it’s fitting that the rest of his velvety hide is perfect, unwavering Harper blue.
By and large brass firelizards are regarded with a certain degree of mistrust. Oh, they’re sweet little things, devoid of the sometimes-inherent malignancy their chromatic counterparts possess in spades, but they’re not... smart. In fact, those familiar with their endless nattering tend to label them outright pests. This brass is living, singing proof that not all brasses deserve to be tarred with the same brush, lest Teragaia lose something precious in the process.
There’s a lot of wild dragon in this gal, and it shows in her scales and in the unbridled intellect glittering in her faceted eyes. She’s smart, able to string ideas and events together into a coherent timeline that goes one step further and tells a story. Her grasp of the common tongue is unmatched, and while she can’t verbally speak, that doesn’t stop her from rapid-firing mental images of the words she can’t give voice to. Should Rylan start writing them down- and for goodness’ sake, man, listen to your firelizard!- he’ll discover her knack for rhythm and rhyme. This little one is a poet with wings, and she fairly basks in the recognition her work brings her. Even when she isn’t actively filling Rylan’s mind with picture-chatter, she’s always got something to say, trilled or warbled or crooned with a musician’s careful attention to pitch and intonation. Her inability to stay silent gives most of her pranks away before they can really get going. ...which is probably a good thing, because her ability to plan falls apart when she tries to use it to further wicked ends.
A somewhat gangly creature, she’s got more wing, tail and leg than she knows what to do with. On the ground her proportions hinder her, but once she gets airborne? Dancers would envy her natural grace, and more than a few bronzes would view her endurance with eyes whirling green. Thin, flexible scales akin to a koi’s gird her underbelly and splash up onto her flanks and barrel, protecting her from her occasional un-graceful landing. They’re the opaque green of tarnished metal, gradually flaking away to reveal the deep brass of her sides and legs. A streak of bright, brilliant almost-gold runs from her muzzle all the way to her tailforks.
In terms of the coffee versus tea debate, this bronze flit is very much on the side of tea. And no, he will not be budged from this viewpoint. A good cup of tea goes a long way in his opinion, whether it be to wake up and prepare for the day or to relax before bedtime. Tea is versatile, and so too is this flit even despite his stubborn nature - his talents aren't simply limited to fighting and fishing, not at all. He's also quite proud of his expertise when it comes to making tea, although chamomile is by far his specialty. He's also got quite a good memory, able to recall an individual's preferred type of tea and how much sugar or other additions (if any) they take even if he's only been told once. Should his bonded or his bonded's critter companions be fellow tea-lovers, he's more than willing to wake up early and busy himself in the kitchen preparing their favored drinks. He's a lighter shade of bronze that in the right lighting could possibly be mistaken for amber, just like the chamomile tea he loves.
The Efficient Mastersmith Male Brown Pureblood Firelizard Appearance: This boy is a big one and well built, he's a fairly handsome boy though being a pale tannish brown that has streaks of darker brown along his hide. He looks almost like a tree trunk in terms of color and patterning, he's got the soft seude hide of a typical pureblood.
Personality: This boy is very much one that loves to work and he does his best to get things done. He is very efficient in his method and he won't be stopped if he's found a better way to do something even if it's the wrong way to someone else. He will stand by what his choice is and he won't allow anyone or anything to stop him!
The Ferry's Own Male Blue Pureblood Firelizard Appearance: A smaller boy that has a riot of blues and blue-green on his hide, he looks like an ocean with seaweed visible beneath the surface. He's not exactly large but he's not tiny either and he is very mcuh one to show off the fact he's not a set single tone.
Personality: This boy is one that enjoys working and he will always be one to work in whatever way is asked of him. He remains calm under pressure and doesn't back down from a task unless he absolutely can not do it. He is steady in his way of doing things even when he knows he should go faster he keeps an even pace. He's bright for a blue firelizard and he will learn commands and what's asked of him quickly.
The Quick Tempered and Quick Acting Female Green Pureblood Firelizard Appearance: This green is a very pale almost white green with a signle darker paw, her foot fades from the dark to the rest of her body. She is not going to be very big even for a green flitter, she's a bit on the smaller side.
Personality: This girl will tell you what she thinks quickly and easily she does not care what others think, she is quick to temper and quicker still to make demands. She does not back down from anyting and will not allow others to do that either, she won't allow anyone to think any less of her or any other that isn't what most expect. She is a creature that knows what she is and wants and will get it, she will absolutely help Rylan get what he wants even if that means attacking (with her images and if absolutely pushed claws) those that stop him.
The Lord's Own Male White Pureblood Firelizard Appearance: This little fellow is a pure white color, he is at the very largest end of size of a white being all of 12 inches. He's a pretty enough one though and he is a creature that has proper proportions.
Personality: This boy is steady and calm, he doesn't really get pushed to anger easily, he keeps a kind of quiet decorum about himself. He is careful when approaching new situations and he does his best to do this carefully. He won't over do it either if he can't physically do it he will stop and allow himself to rest if need be.
Walking the Line Between Endurance and Surrender Water Clan Male Speech:Italic#25585c
It's always been the Water Clan's way to be a little strange. Sometimes comically strange. Mizuki always walks backwards and refers to himself in the third person as "this one". He could be worse. He could be the straighten-outer trying to straighten pans and wagon wheels. It seems nonsensical. No, not seem, it is completely nonsensical, at least on the surface, and Mizuki himself will own that with pride. But nonsense makes people laugh, doesn't it? It livens and lightens their spirits in times of great need.
And that's why Mizuki's entire Clan exists. For times of great need. Which their members occasionally encounter. Mizuki found himself a prisoner, at one point in his life, along with a number of other creatures. There was pain, there was starvation, there was disease, there was death. But Mizuki kept walking backwards and making funny quips, and somehow, there managed not to be total despair, despite everything. The others managed to hang in long enough for the Weyr to get wind of this reprehensible place and take action, coming to the rescue on the backs of roaring dragons. That there were survivors TO rescue is largely due to Mizuki, so contends the gryphon he met in that hellhole. A torture dungeon is an odd place to find love, and Chevalier is in no way the same species, but Mizuki kept Chevalier's spirit from folding and Chevalier gave meaning to what Mizuki was doing and the two are now, in fact, inseparable.
Mizuki's pelt is a lovely apex-of-the-noon-sky blue, with his numerous tail-tips dipped in a deep midnight . This midnight also accounts for his ear tips and the kanji for water that rests on his forehead. He's got deep teal eyes that brim with as much wisdom as humor. All told, he's a fairly average-sized kitsune, built lean. As of 26 February, 2019, had 5 tails. In the years since then he has matured to a 9-tailed kitsune.
The Cinder King, Red Mottle Firelizard This male red mottle takes more after the side of his heritage that is akin to wild dragons, he's a vibrant with some shades of darker red. If he were to be seen against some of the other red's they'd be evident and he was doing his best to show off his own appearance and it doesn't help that he is so young and most don't take him seriously.
He is arrogant and he will tell others off that call him out on it, he's prone to violence and outbursts. He'll need a firm hand keeping him in line and keeping control of his actions and what he does, he is a very stubborn little firelizard and he will often be shown as leaping into a fight before thinking. He likes to use his breath weapon to get others to do what he wants and that flame does burn very hot for a creature of his size.