Post by Retsom on Apr 30, 2020 2:37:12 GMT
What is Left Must be the Answer Male Geothermal Athid
Rune: Metamor
Mindspeech: Bold #7416e9
Geothermal Athid are known for their logical natures. Reason and science are the twin pillars of their existence. This Athid is much the same as his rank brethren in that accord... with a small variation. He is a Master – capital M – of deductive reasoning...even if his methods may seem utterly illogical. His logic is so far beyond most other's that what he does seems to be pure nonsense but in the end it all comes together in such a clear, apparent way that it tends to leave others either in awe or feeling beyond stupid for not seeing it first. What he tends to do is see the path to discredit any number of theories he has, perform the necessary steps in his own head or put together clues the subject doesn't even realize they're presenting, then state his conclusions in what seems an astounding leap of logic. Really, step by step is just so tedious, why do it if you don't need to? The downside is that should he ever be found without some distraction for his mind, something to occupy his thoughts, he can display quite a dark temper and become quite morose.
Though his body itself is only about ten inches long, he often seems quite larger due to the spread of his eight legs. Technically not 'insect' at all, the arachnid is in rough body shape similar to a tarantula. His legs, head, and thorax are constructed of lightweight steel mesh wrapped around metal rods, and his abdomen, where his alternate, geothermal power source is housed, is thick, shatter-resistant glass with vents disguised as decorative stripes on his back, framed in copper. It's highly advisable to not touch these when he's charging up, as a considerably amount of heat is released there, but he only relies on his Rank's method of power when he can't get cuddles from Rune. His eight crystalline eyes are formed of onyx gems that glimmer with perceptiveness. Just like more mundane arachnids he is capable of climbing on both horizontal and vertical surfaces, despite his greater weight.
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Dashing Through the Snow Glitter Pixi Nadur
Mindspeech: Color #00d2ff
Certain playful souls will enjoy nearly any kind of game that comes to their mind. But when it comes to this specific Nadur there's only one trick to be had:
Fwip-splat!
Hurling a snowball (or a pillow or other soft item of its the wrong season for show) at friend and unexpecting stranger alike then bounding away with a merry laugh, calling out as she does so *can't catch me!* Oh she loves so much to run and frolic about, darting at speeds that only a few of her species can even come close to. She tends to bound when she runs giving the illusion that she flies, and certainly there is a bit of a gravity-defying nature in her hooves. She's a sweetheart, through and through, despite her mischief. Thankfully she also has a keen understanding of whom might enjoy playing along and who won't (and even should she be wrong she's so fast the affronted party will be hard-pressed to catch her!).
She's a three foot tall package of white fur and energy with sparkling evergreen eyes, ironically making her even harder to spot in her favorite season. One might lose her entirely aside from one little thing: her mutation, manifesting itself as swirls of glitter all along her body in various shades of blue from icy to deep. It almost looks like she's literally wind-marked!
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Patience and Perseverance will Change the World Gold Mottle Male, Szeth
Mindspeech: Bold #b5baff
Sometimes you get lucky. A problem arises and there's a quick fix for it. Something that wraps everything up all nicely with a bow on top and you can move on with the rest of your day whistling a merry tune.
Then there's those things. Those issues that can't be so easily remedied. Poverty, hunger, violence and crime just to name a few. Teragaia isn't immune to these things, they just tend to take a backseat to the greater troubles of Wild Dragons, warbands, and of course the IF. But they're there, and trying to deal with them can strain the heart of any good person. It can be tempting to give up, just help the best you can and leave the rest for someone else to take care of. You've done your part, and that's enough.
But Szeth doesn't believe that, not for an instant. Yes, things can get tough, but that's just when you get tougher, push through, endure, and take the steps required to turn tomorrow for the better. If you give up then you're guaranteed a bad outcome. If you try there's at least a glimmer of home. You make the future the one you want. You can understand that, can't you Rune? You know what it's like to fight for something larger than yourself, to strive when others give up and be willing to take as long as you must to see your goals realized.
Yes, Szeth has a stubborn streak a gold dragon-length wide and several miles long, but it's the best kind of stubborn streak. He considers doing whatever it takes to improve the future something of a personal calling and takes pride in that calling, one he's quite passionate about. The harder the work the more he loves it, because he believes the greater the satisfaction in the end. He definitely has the mentality for a Weyr Gold, to stand among the leadership of Haven: others before himself, make sure everyone has what they need before he worries about what he needs. And like all Golds regardless of the purity of their bloodlines he carries himself with a graceful dignity (even when going into the trenches) that inspires those around him to follow his lead.
Yes, come hell or high water or even the IF, Szeth will leave this world a far better place than he found coming into it.
Szeth certainly makes an entrance when he comes into the Weyr. Stretching a grand forty-six feet nose to tail, shining gold scales drape his shoulders like mantle and his neck and head like a cowl. Everywhere else his hide runs smooth and unblemished by other coloration, a newly-minted coin. He bears the sweeping brow-crest of Wild Golds as well as their neck frill, though most impressive of all is the shoulders to tailtip frilled wings he inherited from them that turns his flight in the air into a beautiful dance of rippling motion. Due to their shape when he is relaxing but awake he tends to fold them upwards, almost like a butterfly rather than folding them flat along his back, though he folds them down to sleep.
Rune: Metamor
Mindspeech: Bold #7416e9
Geothermal Athid are known for their logical natures. Reason and science are the twin pillars of their existence. This Athid is much the same as his rank brethren in that accord... with a small variation. He is a Master – capital M – of deductive reasoning...even if his methods may seem utterly illogical. His logic is so far beyond most other's that what he does seems to be pure nonsense but in the end it all comes together in such a clear, apparent way that it tends to leave others either in awe or feeling beyond stupid for not seeing it first. What he tends to do is see the path to discredit any number of theories he has, perform the necessary steps in his own head or put together clues the subject doesn't even realize they're presenting, then state his conclusions in what seems an astounding leap of logic. Really, step by step is just so tedious, why do it if you don't need to? The downside is that should he ever be found without some distraction for his mind, something to occupy his thoughts, he can display quite a dark temper and become quite morose.
Though his body itself is only about ten inches long, he often seems quite larger due to the spread of his eight legs. Technically not 'insect' at all, the arachnid is in rough body shape similar to a tarantula. His legs, head, and thorax are constructed of lightweight steel mesh wrapped around metal rods, and his abdomen, where his alternate, geothermal power source is housed, is thick, shatter-resistant glass with vents disguised as decorative stripes on his back, framed in copper. It's highly advisable to not touch these when he's charging up, as a considerably amount of heat is released there, but he only relies on his Rank's method of power when he can't get cuddles from Rune. His eight crystalline eyes are formed of onyx gems that glimmer with perceptiveness. Just like more mundane arachnids he is capable of climbing on both horizontal and vertical surfaces, despite his greater weight.
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Dashing Through the Snow Glitter Pixi Nadur
Mindspeech: Color #00d2ff
Certain playful souls will enjoy nearly any kind of game that comes to their mind. But when it comes to this specific Nadur there's only one trick to be had:
Fwip-splat!
Hurling a snowball (or a pillow or other soft item of its the wrong season for show) at friend and unexpecting stranger alike then bounding away with a merry laugh, calling out as she does so *can't catch me!* Oh she loves so much to run and frolic about, darting at speeds that only a few of her species can even come close to. She tends to bound when she runs giving the illusion that she flies, and certainly there is a bit of a gravity-defying nature in her hooves. She's a sweetheart, through and through, despite her mischief. Thankfully she also has a keen understanding of whom might enjoy playing along and who won't (and even should she be wrong she's so fast the affronted party will be hard-pressed to catch her!).
She's a three foot tall package of white fur and energy with sparkling evergreen eyes, ironically making her even harder to spot in her favorite season. One might lose her entirely aside from one little thing: her mutation, manifesting itself as swirls of glitter all along her body in various shades of blue from icy to deep. It almost looks like she's literally wind-marked!
++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
Patience and Perseverance will Change the World Gold Mottle Male, Szeth
Mindspeech: Bold #b5baff
Sometimes you get lucky. A problem arises and there's a quick fix for it. Something that wraps everything up all nicely with a bow on top and you can move on with the rest of your day whistling a merry tune.
Then there's those things. Those issues that can't be so easily remedied. Poverty, hunger, violence and crime just to name a few. Teragaia isn't immune to these things, they just tend to take a backseat to the greater troubles of Wild Dragons, warbands, and of course the IF. But they're there, and trying to deal with them can strain the heart of any good person. It can be tempting to give up, just help the best you can and leave the rest for someone else to take care of. You've done your part, and that's enough.
But Szeth doesn't believe that, not for an instant. Yes, things can get tough, but that's just when you get tougher, push through, endure, and take the steps required to turn tomorrow for the better. If you give up then you're guaranteed a bad outcome. If you try there's at least a glimmer of home. You make the future the one you want. You can understand that, can't you Rune? You know what it's like to fight for something larger than yourself, to strive when others give up and be willing to take as long as you must to see your goals realized.
Yes, Szeth has a stubborn streak a gold dragon-length wide and several miles long, but it's the best kind of stubborn streak. He considers doing whatever it takes to improve the future something of a personal calling and takes pride in that calling, one he's quite passionate about. The harder the work the more he loves it, because he believes the greater the satisfaction in the end. He definitely has the mentality for a Weyr Gold, to stand among the leadership of Haven: others before himself, make sure everyone has what they need before he worries about what he needs. And like all Golds regardless of the purity of their bloodlines he carries himself with a graceful dignity (even when going into the trenches) that inspires those around him to follow his lead.
Yes, come hell or high water or even the IF, Szeth will leave this world a far better place than he found coming into it.
Szeth certainly makes an entrance when he comes into the Weyr. Stretching a grand forty-six feet nose to tail, shining gold scales drape his shoulders like mantle and his neck and head like a cowl. Everywhere else his hide runs smooth and unblemished by other coloration, a newly-minted coin. He bears the sweeping brow-crest of Wild Golds as well as their neck frill, though most impressive of all is the shoulders to tailtip frilled wings he inherited from them that turns his flight in the air into a beautiful dance of rippling motion. Due to their shape when he is relaxing but awake he tends to fold them upwards, almost like a butterfly rather than folding them flat along his back, though he folds them down to sleep.