Cassiopeia, A Regular Night Owl, and Never the Early Bird Female Night Roc
Mindspeech:Bold Italic #333333
For many, especially those formerly in school, summertime signals the ability to stay up incredibly late and sleep in all morning. With only the occasional event requiring early participation why should any sort of strict bedtime be taken seriously?
Perhaps that is why despite the fact that the night is shorter in the summer this Roc favors the season. Is it not, after all, when she may be able to coax her few friends to remain awake with her far longer than usual? Is it not when evenings around the campfire may reveal the secrets she hoards? And as she favors many subjects pertaining to summertime such as several rituals that require the Solstice would this not be when her research is at its height? The answer to all of this is a resounding yes! Just...don't ask her to get up early for any of this. It's incredibly difficult to get her up before noon footer just abhor anything, and if she must she'll either be practically sleepwalking or quite grumpy and snappish. It's nothing personal; she's just not an early bird.
Bearing the underfed appearance of her rank, she looks like a rather thin White Faced Scops Owl. She tries to keep her plumage groomed to help offset her typical shabbiness but it rarely persists for more than an hour or two; then they return to sticking out every which way and exposing thin patches. But she tries, knowing her appearance affects how she's viewed. Her feathers are mostly dark gray with a few white here and there for accent, especially framing her face and vivid orange eyes, and a few thin black lines to give an overall tree bark design to her. Any attempt to use this a camouflage is spoiled by the liquid shadow that continual drips from her in plumes like smoke. She stands right around 8 feet tall, giving her a massive wingspan, though she might appear larger or taller depending on how she fluffs out her feathers.
Legends on certain worlds told of kindly house spirits who would do minor chores around the home in return for being permitted to stay and maybe a little snack or two every now and then. They were hardly ever seen if at all, but the family in residence would find clothes cleaned and folded, dishes washed and stowed away, shelves dusted, and other odd and end jobs.
Perhaps Ephemeral Servant was inspired by these tales for he certainly fits the bill!
Void Astrum are known for their seemingly ability to be just where they're not expected. Ephemeral Servant uses this sneakiness to his advantage, moving about when Void is away or otherwise occupied and taking care of all those sundry details that might slip the mind of a creature not used to being so material. A tail dusting here, ordering groceries for delivery there, and more so that when his shadowy friend returns home (wherever home happens to be) there is little if anything for him to fret or worry about. It makes him quite happy to be so useful.
Ephemeral Servant also is proactive in his deeds, even to the point of seeming to be precognitive about it. Many are the times when Void will find himself in need of something and his Astrum will appear at his side, either having already accomplished the task or knowing quite well how to go about it.
Curiously this Astrum has a small formal quirk in his behavior in that he will always call Void 'sir," even if requested otherwise. Why he does this is probably the one thing no on will ever know.
All this furry little feline wants in return for his service? Friendship, a home to share, and maybe a spot in a warm lap occasionally.
As far as Astrums go Ephemeral Servant is averaged-sized, body about a foot or so long and tail just a bit longer. His mark-less ebony fur is smooth save for his plume of a tail and along the lower half of each leg, giving him an elegant of silent swish with each step especially if lit by his equally ebony Glow. Like all adult Astrum his eyes are star-yellow and he is among those of his kind with feathered wings, in his case just as richly black as the rest of him.
Stella, the Best Part Of Waking Up Female Bronze Mottle Firelizard
This flit is by no means a morning person, so good luck trying to wake her up before her body clock tells her to wake up. Even then she'll still be a half-asleep zombie...unless, of course, you're a coffee lover. The scent of coffee will perk her right up and though she technically shouldn't be having any, she will insist on having a small sip of whatever her bonded is having regardless of whether it's iced or hot. Like all bronzes, she is incredibly loyal to her person though she has traded her fishing expertise in favor, or perhaps flavor, of coffee expertise. Even if she was blindfolded, she would be able to pick out the type of coffee based on taste alone. That's not to say she's a bitter sort of fire lizard, far from it. It's just that she's rather grumpy in the mornings and her bonded would be lucky to get a chitter out of her until she's more awake. In terms of appearance, she is covered from head to tail-tip in scales that shimmer and shine a deep bronze, even in low light, and she is roughly the same size as a Eurasian eagle owl. Oddly enough, she is the only one out of this particular clutch to possess feathered wings.
Surudoi, the More You Sharpen It, The Better It Cuts Marble Equine Female
Gargoyle-Caradras
Mindspeech: #ff5d79
Though hooves can be useless when it comes to the art of tailoring, this particular hybrid is a skilled seamstress. She utilizes her magic to weave garments of the highest quality and prides herself on her masterful sewing techniques. Her sewing scissors are her prized possession, given that she inherited them from her mother, and she always keeps them close by. After losing her first and only foal in a fire that burned down her first tailor shop, she threw herself into her work in an effort to forget about the traumatic events. Even then she couldn't ignore the families she saw around her, leading her to grow envious of those with children and mates. Eventually she became unable to distinguish reality from hallucination, believing that the mate of one of her customers was actually her mate, whom had left a long time ago, and that her mate was cheating on him with several other women. As a result, she took matters into her own hands, though she managed to escape suspicion after ensuring that the man she saw as her mate would never be able to cheat on her again...or so she claims.
Being of both Guardian and Byrren heritage, this hybrid appears to be carved out of pink marble and is on the smaller side for a Caradras. She just barely reaches six feet in height, and her horn looks like it's made of rose quartz. Her wings are a darker shade of pink, though like the rest of her they are smooth and cold to the touch.
Kuiper, the Express Yourself Genderless Cuddlebug Steam Athid
Mindspeech: italic #ff009d
The freedom to express oneself in whatever matter they deem best (as long as no harm comes to others, naturally) is at the heart of Express Yourself. From the moment they emerged from their pile of birth materials they felt this with every spring and drop of oil in their bodies. It is a cause they joyfully champion as they help those around them who are struggling with expressing themselves, finding their groove in life as it were, to do so without fear or hesitation as they themselves have regardless of how these expressions match or clash with the Athid's own; to each their own and be it celebrated! They have thrown off the 'yoke' of gender and has had experts in all things machining modify their body with places for interchangeable adornments: screw-on cogs, slots for bits of metal embellishments to securely slide into, click-in studs and plates in a variety of colors and materials, and anything else they can find or create that perks their interest. Granted, this might cause anyone accompanying them to an event to be late as they have to find just the 'right' appearance. Endlessly jubilant and charismatically confident, Express Yourself has never met a stranger not hesitates to inquire about if their attire is an expression of their tastes or personality. Be prepared for some uncomfortable moments here and there!
Though most Steam Athid take on unusual forms Express Yourself is a rather simple Preying Mantis. But though their basic frame is the familiar shape depending on the whim of the day they may have any various flourish or adornment on their silvery body. Standing a nicely tall three feet at the head give or take a few inches when they fully straighten they make ample use of their forelegs to manipulate both their personal decorations and any adornments Void might take for themselves as well, if they are able to.
Eris, the I've Forged a Beaten Path Female Esurio Rynther
Mindspeech: #c7a57e
Due to her past Beaten Path has something of a chip on her shoulder, a suspicion of any kindness offered and a hesitation to make herself vulnerable by caring or believing others care about her. The sole exception to this is her mate, Willing Errand Boy, whom she often clings to like a life preserver (perhaps in her case it is more literal than just figurative). He is her rock and her safe place where she knows she is always accepted. But beneath all these emotional scars is a kind, loving lady who just wants to be loved in return.
Beaten Path, as many Esurio, always looks sickly and thin. Cream with a single large brown patch that drapes over like an irregular blanket split by the white streak of fur down her back. Her gray horns are often blunted, something she does intentionally with Willing Errand Boy's help as she doesn't want to accidentally hurt him when they cuddle together, and they match her gray hooves. Her brown eyes are often flinty with bluster.
Regulus, The Willing Errand Boy Byrren Caradras
Mindspeech: Bold #124237
Once, a long time ago, Willing Errand Boy was surly and rude, highly irregular for someone who had participated in the Grand Melee. He was unhappy with his ranking as a Byrren and wasn't shy about letting anyone know it. But after some talking by his Granddam he saw his place in a new light and it turned his life around. Instead of being ashamed of being simply an 'other' Willing Errand Boy decided to make himself as useful as he could to everyone around him. This has left him quite multiskilled in everything from childcare to various lores to storytelling and even funeral rites. He's quite willing and even happy to do whatever is required from those he respects, such as Void and his mate Beaten Path, even if others might say the tasks were demeaning to a Caradras or a male. This is the role he's been blessed with, and he embraces it with all that he is!
With a dark steel hide flecked with silver to give him a sheen and inky black claws on his paws, Willing Errand Boy stands a proud seven feet tall at the withers give or take a few inches. His mane and fetlocks are a shocking white and never cut, making his white rank feathers even more difficult to spot. His tail blade matches his claws ebony color, kept to a gleaming edge. Perhaps surprising for a Caradras, a species known for their hard personalities, his emerald eyes are often kind and warm and match the jagged horn on his brow.
Being the weakest in a family of strength is a hard thing. That was the life dealt to Beaten Path. Her family up until her birth had never had an Esurio among them. There were the occasional Lues but they considered themselves 'blessed' to be eternally strong. Then Beaten Path was born and their blessings broke. This angered the Herd and once she was weaned she was all but ignored by the adults aside from the minimum care a young one needed to survive - for there was strength in numbers even if one of those numbers was weak - and bullied by her peers. This put a hardness in Beaten Path's heart. She never had anyone to support her the way she wanted, the way she saw others in her Herd doing for one another. Even her own mother at one point told her in frustration 'I am shamed for bearing you.' Angered and broken-hearted the Esurio finally had enough and ran away, deciding that life alone was better than this misery.
But then, during a bad storm about a year later as she was trying to shelter in a thicket that was really too small for her Beaten Path was found by someone: a Caradras! Willing Errand Boy had been out gathering herbs for his Legion's healer when he'd stumbled upon the Rynther as he sought shelter for himself. He'd spied the herb he'd been looking for - the thicket that Beaten Path had by happenstance sheltered in - and in hoping for a quick success nearly snatched her tail instead of the plant! After apologizing for the mistake and explaining his errand he convinced the suspicious bovine to follow him to a cave he'd spotted earlier in the day to shelter. It was a tense few hours though slowly, mostly by talking about his Legion Willing Errand Boy got Beaten Path to talk. What surprised her was that he very well understood her feelings. He was also born among the lowest rank in his family and had been bitter about it. He was occasionally bullied by his older brothers who were warriors. Though there were other Byrren among them he saw nothing glorious about them and hated his life. But then his granddam told him something that turned his life around: 'You cannot change who you are, but you can be the best 'you' that you can be. You are Byrren. What happens if there are no Byrren to make armor or keep the history of the Legion? What happens if there are no Byrren to bury the dead, to watch over the foals of the warriors when they go to fight, or make shelter when we are without? The Legion would suffer, even be destroyed. The roots of the tree may be buried in the dirt but without them the leaves wither and die. So what kind of Byrren are you?" Those words struck home and changed his life. After that Willing Errand Boy changed entirely. He decided that he would be the ultimate helper to the Legion, learning to do everything that a Byrren might need and though he is far from a master of any one skill it means that wherever there's gap in the ranks he can step up to take his place. This new perspective had also given him a keen eye for seeing the value in others and he saw great potential in Beaten Path… if she was willing to give herself the chance. By the time the storm stopped she had begrudgingly decided to accept his offer to go back with him, though what purpose she could have in a Caradras Legion Beaten Path had no idea.
A month later she found out when a rockslide buried the entrance to a ravine where several foals and their caretakers had sheltered from a threatening Legion. Though strong the Caradras simply didn't have the sheer muscle power needed to move the biggest stones as their warriors were tired and injured from the battle. But when they contrived a harness Beaten Path was able to move the stones enough to get them out.
Though being welcome among the Legion Beaten Path knew she would never be a Caradras and couldn't live fully happy in their regimented ways, so a couple of months later she departed from their company. However she was no longer alone: In one another's eyes Beaten Path and Willing Errand Boy had seen their own souls reflected They had both forged through a difficult trail - in Beaten Path's case was still forging through it - and felt together they could tear a clear trail when pressed to do so. Though always welcome among the Legion a new home awaited them and they have now found it with Void.