Post by Shy on Oct 9, 2020 15:20:52 GMT
What I Hold In My Mind I Can Create Male Silinrul Caradras
Name: Lanix
Mindspeech: Bold #6f94bd
Hunters, foragers, miners, traders, crafters. The Silinrul rank of Caradras is whatever their Legion need them to do to keep the war machine rolling along. They are expected to be quite talented.
So what happens when one is talented in a way that others have yet to be?
During his grand melee when all Caradras earn their rank in the Legion something unprecedented happened: a young colt who had been found as a wandering orphan literally made something from nothing. It wasn't major, a wall of stone to block an attack and certainly something a Melaer might have accomplished but it was noteworthy regardless, especially as he seemed unable to conjure fire or heal as the magician rank is known to do. When the dust settled and discussions had been had it was decided that I Can Create would be a Silinrul, a crafter in his case more than anything though he's learned since then to be a diplomatic trader if needed.
I Can Create's power is something he had to learn mostly on his own through trial and sometimes costly error. He can, if he has a clear enough mental image of an object, create it seemingly from nothing. The complexity of the object is less of an issue; he can create a delicate statue as easily as a block and as easily as a bridge, if it may tire him and give him a headache, blurry vision, or body aches. The smaller the object and the more commonplace the material, the easier and less exhausting it is however as it is if he has raw material to work from. Things of wood, earth, or stone are among the easiest, while metals are much harder and he will never, ever try to create anything of gold; after an attempt at making a small coin of gold that nearly killed him he understands it would prove fatal. Creating food or anything to drink more than water is possible and consumable, but never very tasty.
He's learned to do the opposite as well, mentally picturing something removed or altered such as flattening an upraised mound of earth or removing mortar from bricks. I Can Create trains both his powers and his body to make his gifts stronger. Should he be seen wobbling on his feet, his eyes bloodshot or squinting, or if his Mindspeech slurs it's a clear sigh he's pushed himself too far and needs food, cool water, and rest. When I Can Create uses his powers in large displays there is often a chill left behind, even frost or snow if it is grand enough. Thankfully this cold is most mundane and will fade with time and warmth.
Perhaps as a balancing to this power, I Can Create cannot use the telekinesis his kind are known for, and can only create fire if he either creates something like oil onto an existing flame or something like a hot coal or needle onto an flammable source, or creates both himself.
I Can Create is a very goal-orientated Caradras, and very loyal to both Lolbit as the leader of his Legion, as it were, and to his mate, What May Be. He carries himself as humble and subservient, offering advice and obeying orders as the situation dictates, always using his powers for the good of his Legion even if the exact means aren't strictly what was asked; his methods are often unorthodox if efficient. When he must work against another it's often done in such a way that when the final blow falls none sees it coming and there is little more than vague suspicion to link him to the event, and next to none to link Lolbit. After all that's happened in his life he fully understands that his best odds of survival, and that of What May Be, are with someone who not only understands them but accepts them - with Lolbit - and he will see no danger threaten either. Despite all this, all the hardships and trials in his early life, he maintains a sense of humor and will playfully tease his mate (to her replies of how he boarders on disrespect) and laugh and joke with trusted friends and family.
Physically I Can Create looks much as every other Caradras. He stands just shy over seven feet tall at the shoulders. He possesses the typically Caradras form mixing an equine body with Draconic scared hides, whipy tail, and clawed paws instead of hooves. The scythe-adorned tail tip, fangs, wings, and jagged horn are present too. But it is in his coloration that he defines himself as different. His scaled hide is uniformly gray rather than dark as is more common. His claws are white as is the scythe blade, and his horn fades from gray to white at the tip. His mane and forelock, which he wears unshorn and adorned with green feathers as is traditional, shares the snow-white coloration. Being so shaded makes his amber eyes stand out even more.
Mutation: Arcane Script - Gift of Creation; can not use telekinesis or start fires as other Caradras can
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Glimpse Of What May Be Female Byrren Caradras
Name: Clevo
Mindspeech: Italics #df8e83
After her grand melee it was something of a surprise when What May Be turned out to be a Byrren, when her line had produced several A'ni and Drada, such as her brother. But she wasn't surprised, accepting the rank as her due or perhaps... because she'd gone into the fight knowing the ending, or at least suspecting it. That would be because she actually had. Ever since she was a young filly she would have occasional glimpses of the future, flashes of images or a few seconds of time that hadn't happened yet. She'd seen a flash of a mane adorned with white feathers, and had known it was her own. This ability she'd only told to her brother, only trusting him to keep her safe. That is, until she saw the solution to a vision that had baffled her for ages: a small statue that I Can Create had formed to be a part of a trade and was examining for any flaws. She'd seen a Caradras standing before that statue before, and knew that her fate and his were linked. She ensured that they were acquainted and that her brother considered I Can Create trustworthy, then when she was ready for a Chase he was the sole suitor who even had a chance. They've been at one another's side ever since, even thorough the tragedy that brought them to the Shrine.
The gift - or perhaps curse - carried in What May Be isn't true precognition. She rarely understands what she sees when these flashes hit her until the moment she stands in the place or time of their unfolding, such as when she met I Can Create. She may get a flash of a tree with someone beneath it, a mere moment, then days, weeks, or even years later will see that same moment before her eyes. Sometimes she glimpses a loved one in a situation too, such as when she saw I Can Create surrounded by darkness and smoke climbing over rocks. Over a month later he was nearly trapped in a rock slide, the smoke the cloud of dust kicked up and only her words helping guide him out. Sometimes she can speak of what she sees, sometimes she won't, instinctively understanding that at times saying too much - or anything at all - can influence the interpretation of the vision and turn it into a misinterpretation.
What May Be seems to lack the ability to conjure fires, perhaps as a compensation for her visions, but she can use telekinesis on small or light objects.
An iron will in a velvety glove is What May Be. She knows what she wants, isn't afraid to go after it, and is gifted with reading into situations and others true intentions, using this to help guide both her mate and Lolbit as it is needed. But she isn't pushy; it's more she listens and makes keen observations into what is going on that often prove helpful or at least insightful. She's very good with young of all ages, perhaps because of her own loss, and in the keeping of records and figures. She's quite an administrative Caradras! Were she a humanoid in the right setting someone might give her the title of a governmental minister. But when the need calls she can hold her own, organizing those around her to weather the most horrible storms life can throw (literally and figuratively) with a cool head and an authoritative voice. Her loyalty to mate, Bonded, and those also bound to Lolbit are absolute; they are her Legion, now and forever. She has glimpsed this, so it is true.
What May Be is much more along the typical dark coloration of a Caradras with dark purple, scaly hide over her equine-dragon body and wings. The membranes of her wings are dark blue, as is her rough, crystal horn. She has the sharp fangs and claws of her kind as well; the latter is black to match her tail scythe and her uncut mane, making her white rank feather stand out quite a bit. She's among the shorter of her kind, a hand span over six feet and not an inch more.
Arcane Script - Precognitive Flash; can not start fires as other Caradras can but can use telekinesis
Recent Mutual History:
Though I Can Create and What May Be worked hard to keep their abilities away from scrutiny it didn't last forever. First, frequent assaults by another Legion stretched theirs thin, and in a particularly brutal battle What May Be was injured, resulting in the loss of their first offspring together, a female. Then a Melaer in the Legion began spreading word about the two of them, first about I Can Create's abilities, how they were unnatural for a Caradras and denoted some kind of mixed bloodline – something hard to refute as I Can Create was found by the Legion alone as a young Caradras though is untrue. Then, as more whispered, he uncovered and spread word about What May Be and her powers. These were much more brutal, claiming manipulation for a number of events and how she choose to withhold information that might have saved Legion lives. It was quickly turning the Legion against itself and devolved into a witch hunt. For their own safety her brother insisted that I Can Create and What May Be flee, find a place where they could be safe for all time.
And so they made for the Shrine, on a glimpse of the future and a person they didn't know.
Name: Lanix
Mindspeech: Bold #6f94bd
Hunters, foragers, miners, traders, crafters. The Silinrul rank of Caradras is whatever their Legion need them to do to keep the war machine rolling along. They are expected to be quite talented.
So what happens when one is talented in a way that others have yet to be?
During his grand melee when all Caradras earn their rank in the Legion something unprecedented happened: a young colt who had been found as a wandering orphan literally made something from nothing. It wasn't major, a wall of stone to block an attack and certainly something a Melaer might have accomplished but it was noteworthy regardless, especially as he seemed unable to conjure fire or heal as the magician rank is known to do. When the dust settled and discussions had been had it was decided that I Can Create would be a Silinrul, a crafter in his case more than anything though he's learned since then to be a diplomatic trader if needed.
I Can Create's power is something he had to learn mostly on his own through trial and sometimes costly error. He can, if he has a clear enough mental image of an object, create it seemingly from nothing. The complexity of the object is less of an issue; he can create a delicate statue as easily as a block and as easily as a bridge, if it may tire him and give him a headache, blurry vision, or body aches. The smaller the object and the more commonplace the material, the easier and less exhausting it is however as it is if he has raw material to work from. Things of wood, earth, or stone are among the easiest, while metals are much harder and he will never, ever try to create anything of gold; after an attempt at making a small coin of gold that nearly killed him he understands it would prove fatal. Creating food or anything to drink more than water is possible and consumable, but never very tasty.
He's learned to do the opposite as well, mentally picturing something removed or altered such as flattening an upraised mound of earth or removing mortar from bricks. I Can Create trains both his powers and his body to make his gifts stronger. Should he be seen wobbling on his feet, his eyes bloodshot or squinting, or if his Mindspeech slurs it's a clear sigh he's pushed himself too far and needs food, cool water, and rest. When I Can Create uses his powers in large displays there is often a chill left behind, even frost or snow if it is grand enough. Thankfully this cold is most mundane and will fade with time and warmth.
Perhaps as a balancing to this power, I Can Create cannot use the telekinesis his kind are known for, and can only create fire if he either creates something like oil onto an existing flame or something like a hot coal or needle onto an flammable source, or creates both himself.
I Can Create is a very goal-orientated Caradras, and very loyal to both Lolbit as the leader of his Legion, as it were, and to his mate, What May Be. He carries himself as humble and subservient, offering advice and obeying orders as the situation dictates, always using his powers for the good of his Legion even if the exact means aren't strictly what was asked; his methods are often unorthodox if efficient. When he must work against another it's often done in such a way that when the final blow falls none sees it coming and there is little more than vague suspicion to link him to the event, and next to none to link Lolbit. After all that's happened in his life he fully understands that his best odds of survival, and that of What May Be, are with someone who not only understands them but accepts them - with Lolbit - and he will see no danger threaten either. Despite all this, all the hardships and trials in his early life, he maintains a sense of humor and will playfully tease his mate (to her replies of how he boarders on disrespect) and laugh and joke with trusted friends and family.
Physically I Can Create looks much as every other Caradras. He stands just shy over seven feet tall at the shoulders. He possesses the typically Caradras form mixing an equine body with Draconic scared hides, whipy tail, and clawed paws instead of hooves. The scythe-adorned tail tip, fangs, wings, and jagged horn are present too. But it is in his coloration that he defines himself as different. His scaled hide is uniformly gray rather than dark as is more common. His claws are white as is the scythe blade, and his horn fades from gray to white at the tip. His mane and forelock, which he wears unshorn and adorned with green feathers as is traditional, shares the snow-white coloration. Being so shaded makes his amber eyes stand out even more.
Mutation: Arcane Script - Gift of Creation; can not use telekinesis or start fires as other Caradras can
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Glimpse Of What May Be Female Byrren Caradras
Name: Clevo
Mindspeech: Italics #df8e83
After her grand melee it was something of a surprise when What May Be turned out to be a Byrren, when her line had produced several A'ni and Drada, such as her brother. But she wasn't surprised, accepting the rank as her due or perhaps... because she'd gone into the fight knowing the ending, or at least suspecting it. That would be because she actually had. Ever since she was a young filly she would have occasional glimpses of the future, flashes of images or a few seconds of time that hadn't happened yet. She'd seen a flash of a mane adorned with white feathers, and had known it was her own. This ability she'd only told to her brother, only trusting him to keep her safe. That is, until she saw the solution to a vision that had baffled her for ages: a small statue that I Can Create had formed to be a part of a trade and was examining for any flaws. She'd seen a Caradras standing before that statue before, and knew that her fate and his were linked. She ensured that they were acquainted and that her brother considered I Can Create trustworthy, then when she was ready for a Chase he was the sole suitor who even had a chance. They've been at one another's side ever since, even thorough the tragedy that brought them to the Shrine.
The gift - or perhaps curse - carried in What May Be isn't true precognition. She rarely understands what she sees when these flashes hit her until the moment she stands in the place or time of their unfolding, such as when she met I Can Create. She may get a flash of a tree with someone beneath it, a mere moment, then days, weeks, or even years later will see that same moment before her eyes. Sometimes she glimpses a loved one in a situation too, such as when she saw I Can Create surrounded by darkness and smoke climbing over rocks. Over a month later he was nearly trapped in a rock slide, the smoke the cloud of dust kicked up and only her words helping guide him out. Sometimes she can speak of what she sees, sometimes she won't, instinctively understanding that at times saying too much - or anything at all - can influence the interpretation of the vision and turn it into a misinterpretation.
What May Be seems to lack the ability to conjure fires, perhaps as a compensation for her visions, but she can use telekinesis on small or light objects.
An iron will in a velvety glove is What May Be. She knows what she wants, isn't afraid to go after it, and is gifted with reading into situations and others true intentions, using this to help guide both her mate and Lolbit as it is needed. But she isn't pushy; it's more she listens and makes keen observations into what is going on that often prove helpful or at least insightful. She's very good with young of all ages, perhaps because of her own loss, and in the keeping of records and figures. She's quite an administrative Caradras! Were she a humanoid in the right setting someone might give her the title of a governmental minister. But when the need calls she can hold her own, organizing those around her to weather the most horrible storms life can throw (literally and figuratively) with a cool head and an authoritative voice. Her loyalty to mate, Bonded, and those also bound to Lolbit are absolute; they are her Legion, now and forever. She has glimpsed this, so it is true.
What May Be is much more along the typical dark coloration of a Caradras with dark purple, scaly hide over her equine-dragon body and wings. The membranes of her wings are dark blue, as is her rough, crystal horn. She has the sharp fangs and claws of her kind as well; the latter is black to match her tail scythe and her uncut mane, making her white rank feather stand out quite a bit. She's among the shorter of her kind, a hand span over six feet and not an inch more.
Arcane Script - Precognitive Flash; can not start fires as other Caradras can but can use telekinesis
Recent Mutual History:
Though I Can Create and What May Be worked hard to keep their abilities away from scrutiny it didn't last forever. First, frequent assaults by another Legion stretched theirs thin, and in a particularly brutal battle What May Be was injured, resulting in the loss of their first offspring together, a female. Then a Melaer in the Legion began spreading word about the two of them, first about I Can Create's abilities, how they were unnatural for a Caradras and denoted some kind of mixed bloodline – something hard to refute as I Can Create was found by the Legion alone as a young Caradras though is untrue. Then, as more whispered, he uncovered and spread word about What May Be and her powers. These were much more brutal, claiming manipulation for a number of events and how she choose to withhold information that might have saved Legion lives. It was quickly turning the Legion against itself and devolved into a witch hunt. For their own safety her brother insisted that I Can Create and What May Be flee, find a place where they could be safe for all time.
And so they made for the Shrine, on a glimpse of the future and a person they didn't know.