Post by Azari on Mar 7, 2022 22:16:20 GMT
How Do I Love Thee? Let Me Count The Ways Angel Familiar Cariad
Mindspeech: #ffcbdd
Taking the shape of a Shih Apso, albeit one with paws that look like they have been dipped in pale blue powder, Cariad is always happy to share what they love most about those precious to them, whether that be their beloved mate or their bonded. Should someone ask Cariad what their favorite thing about their mate is, or why they even wound up mated to a hellhound of all creatures, it opens the floodgates - at the very least, it wouldn't be far off to compare Cariad to a brass mottle dragon for all of the talking they do, and it's all in devoted adulation of their beloved. You see, before meeting their beloved Cariad was quite naive as far as Angels went, and perhaps a touch too trusting. Meeting their beloved admittedly didn't change much about their personality, but he was definitely the one who taught them to be a little more worldly and how to be able to survive even when all they can do is steal scraps of food. But Cariad knew a lonely soul when they saw one, and it was not only that loneliness that drew them to their beloved but also the desire to be the one to stick up for them despite being on the fluffier and certainly less threatening side in terms of their own appearance.
Mated to I Can't Wear It On My Sleeve Male Omega Hellhound
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I Can't Wear It On My Sleeve Male Omega Hellhound
Mindspeech: Bold #ca4040
The dark gray hellhound with black paws was used to being the bottom of the heap, always having to fight with other omegas over food or being pushed around by higher-ranking members of the Terror that he'd been part of. His ill health due to malnutrition didn't help either, but when he met Cariad things seemed to be slowly changing for the better. Granted, he was annoyed by the familiar's presence at first and their kindhearted nature - kindness breeds weakness, or so he was taught - but he couldn't simply ignore the effect that spending time with Cariad had on him. While he taught them how to be less gullible, they in turn not only encouraged him and stuck up for him when he was being bullied by higher-ranking hellhounds, but helped him find food so that he wouldn't need to rely on leftover scraps. His first full meal consisted of an injured and sickly doe, but it was the best thing that he'd ever eaten in his life. While he normally doesn't take Cariad on hunting trips nor is he exactly fond of public displays of affection, he'll often curl up with Cariad at night since 'they clearly can't defend themself, just look at them.'
Mated to How Do I Love Thee? Let Me Count The Ways Angel Familiar Cariad
Gentle Heart to Gentle Heart Male Angel Familiar, Caomhán
Mindspeak: Color #509a5d
Reprise is a gentle Vessel. This is a simple, unfiltered truth. Gentle Heart is that truth given physical form, an magnification of this facet of his Bonded's personality. Some might say he's gentleness taken to its (sometimes regrettable) extreme. It is all but impossible to make Gentle Heart angry but at the same time he avoids conflict and violence with everything he has. He will talk and talk to try and defuse a tense situation even when he's being swung at by weapons, run away even if it means others are left to fight, and can be found hiding away, sometimes weeping, when events around him deteriorate beyond salvaging. But this trait does have its benefits: Reprise will find Gentle Heart quite useful when they need to talk to someone, or when a situation does need defusing; no amount of insults will get his goat. He's also naturally friendly and when the chance comes to find new friends he's a pleasant one to make, drawing others to be friendly to Reprise in turn.
Though he drifted for many years in whatever form took his whimsy at the time Gentle Heart is quite pleased to have finally settled into his true form: a long-limbed hound with a graceful, triangular head and long fur that will be silky when it's brushed or rather wiry when it's not. His fur is lavender with pale magenta triangles decorating the fur on his head, making it almost seem like he has a feathered cowl on. The slightly darker purple of his face, just a couple of shades darker than his fur, nicely frames his shining, pale blue eyes.
Light the Fire, Feast! Female Wraith Firemane
Mindspeak: Bold #fd5cc7
Eris
Wraiths are the warriors of an inferno, that is a fact. Light the Fire is a wild warrior, fearless and reckless in battle, running here and there with abandon and laughing in a high, shrill shriek even as her sharp, flame-wrapped hooves cut down her enemies. Though it can easily be said that she loves fighting even just for the sake of fighting even in peacetime she's a live wire. She almost never stands still unless directly ordered to, always prancing in place and tossing her fiery mane as if she'll immolate if she doesn't. Light the Fire Mindspeaks quickly, excitedly, no matter what she is told otherwise. She can be hard to control without a firm hand, so perhaps it is a good thing that Reprise intrigues her. She is curious about them, this small Vessel, so to her that's a reason to Bond. They are her one weakness, and she's firmly wrapped around their little fingers. To all others she is an untouchable wildfire that will incinerate you in a heartbeat; all but Reprise beware!
Light the Fire is almost fragile-looking and delicate, and certainly she has an undeniable graceful beauty to her. Lean of body with a high-arching neck and a refined, wedge-shaped head, her coat is deep black cherry red with wild, violet flames, hooves, and eyes. Though subtle, there is a thin, irregularly-formed strip, or line, down her nose. Given it's black it almost blends in to her pelt otherwise.
((Name and personality somewhat inspired by Nightwish's 7 Days to the Wolves, mostly the bridge.))
The Herbal Alchemist Male Naiad Naduir
Mindspeak: Italics #27e124
Public name: Salix
The Healer Hall in Haven Weyr knows a great deal about herb-lore and the making of potions and poultices, or medicines in general. But there's always more to learn, new plants to discover and their properties to develop. That is Herbal Alchemist's ultimate goal. Just as his rank are known for their foraging and use of medicinal plants he is an explorer who travels the length and bredth of Haven's Territory to find the rare and unknown plants, as well as those commonly used, and mixes, combines, and tests them to find new applications. But he's not stingy with his knowledge; he keeps a journal to take notes on what does and doesn't work and whenever he's near the Weyr he'll stop in to visit, letting them copy down what he's found out and discussing his findings. Perhaps Reprise might help with his notations?
Perhaps a hair above four feet tall at the head Herbal Alchemist has the smooth, single-branching antlers of his rank. His horns are pale yellow, a pleasing contrast to his cinnamon-brown pelt. Thin white lines trail over his shoulders and flanks like water drips and frame his grass-green eyes.
Trip the Light Fantastic Female Fawn Nadur, Kita
Mindspeech: Italics #629292
Even on Teragaia, a place that accepts everyone, there are things that can create barriers between individuals. Culture, morals, personality, language, these are just a few. But there are some things that every person of every place has in common. Kita happens to be an advocate for one of those, a thing that needs no shared language to bring people together: Dance! While her rank is known to be dancers she doesn't just bound her way daintily onto any available dance floor. She happily encourages those around her to dance with her, and with each other. It doesn't matter if you believe you can or not. It doesn't matter if it's not your culture's music or if you don't know any steps. Everyone can have fun. Everyone can move to the beat and let themselves go, if only they will have the courage to try. That’s her role, you see: to help give the courage to try, and lead by example!
Kita is a dainty little deer, standing barely three feet tall at her head. Her coat is mostly a creamy color with three golden stripes down her head and a white underside. Little flecks of spring green dot along her flanks, and her violet eyes are always shining with affection and merriment.
Only the Best Jewelry Box Mimic
To look at Only the Best one might understand where they get their high opinion of their viewpoints. A creature of gold with jewel-tone enamel and panels set with segments of precious stone, they have four legs holding up what appears to be a single-chamber with a high lid. A flower-like handle lifts the lid. Inside the lid is lined with purple velvet. Peering into the body is simply looking into an endless black depth, though any specifically desired trinket always comes quickly to hand when it's indicated.
To Love Is To Be Vulnerable Nonbinary Solar Cuddlebug Athid
Mindspeech: Bold #4c166d
Mindspeech: #ffcbdd
Taking the shape of a Shih Apso, albeit one with paws that look like they have been dipped in pale blue powder, Cariad is always happy to share what they love most about those precious to them, whether that be their beloved mate or their bonded. Should someone ask Cariad what their favorite thing about their mate is, or why they even wound up mated to a hellhound of all creatures, it opens the floodgates - at the very least, it wouldn't be far off to compare Cariad to a brass mottle dragon for all of the talking they do, and it's all in devoted adulation of their beloved. You see, before meeting their beloved Cariad was quite naive as far as Angels went, and perhaps a touch too trusting. Meeting their beloved admittedly didn't change much about their personality, but he was definitely the one who taught them to be a little more worldly and how to be able to survive even when all they can do is steal scraps of food. But Cariad knew a lonely soul when they saw one, and it was not only that loneliness that drew them to their beloved but also the desire to be the one to stick up for them despite being on the fluffier and certainly less threatening side in terms of their own appearance.
Mated to I Can't Wear It On My Sleeve Male Omega Hellhound
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I Can't Wear It On My Sleeve Male Omega Hellhound
Eventide
Mindspeech: Bold #ca4040
The dark gray hellhound with black paws was used to being the bottom of the heap, always having to fight with other omegas over food or being pushed around by higher-ranking members of the Terror that he'd been part of. His ill health due to malnutrition didn't help either, but when he met Cariad things seemed to be slowly changing for the better. Granted, he was annoyed by the familiar's presence at first and their kindhearted nature - kindness breeds weakness, or so he was taught - but he couldn't simply ignore the effect that spending time with Cariad had on him. While he taught them how to be less gullible, they in turn not only encouraged him and stuck up for him when he was being bullied by higher-ranking hellhounds, but helped him find food so that he wouldn't need to rely on leftover scraps. His first full meal consisted of an injured and sickly doe, but it was the best thing that he'd ever eaten in his life. While he normally doesn't take Cariad on hunting trips nor is he exactly fond of public displays of affection, he'll often curl up with Cariad at night since 'they clearly can't defend themself, just look at them.'
Mated to How Do I Love Thee? Let Me Count The Ways Angel Familiar Cariad
Gentle Heart to Gentle Heart Male Angel Familiar, Caomhán
Mindspeak: Color #509a5d
Reprise is a gentle Vessel. This is a simple, unfiltered truth. Gentle Heart is that truth given physical form, an magnification of this facet of his Bonded's personality. Some might say he's gentleness taken to its (sometimes regrettable) extreme. It is all but impossible to make Gentle Heart angry but at the same time he avoids conflict and violence with everything he has. He will talk and talk to try and defuse a tense situation even when he's being swung at by weapons, run away even if it means others are left to fight, and can be found hiding away, sometimes weeping, when events around him deteriorate beyond salvaging. But this trait does have its benefits: Reprise will find Gentle Heart quite useful when they need to talk to someone, or when a situation does need defusing; no amount of insults will get his goat. He's also naturally friendly and when the chance comes to find new friends he's a pleasant one to make, drawing others to be friendly to Reprise in turn.
Though he drifted for many years in whatever form took his whimsy at the time Gentle Heart is quite pleased to have finally settled into his true form: a long-limbed hound with a graceful, triangular head and long fur that will be silky when it's brushed or rather wiry when it's not. His fur is lavender with pale magenta triangles decorating the fur on his head, making it almost seem like he has a feathered cowl on. The slightly darker purple of his face, just a couple of shades darker than his fur, nicely frames his shining, pale blue eyes.
Light the Fire, Feast! Female Wraith Firemane
Mindspeak: Bold #fd5cc7
Eris
Wraiths are the warriors of an inferno, that is a fact. Light the Fire is a wild warrior, fearless and reckless in battle, running here and there with abandon and laughing in a high, shrill shriek even as her sharp, flame-wrapped hooves cut down her enemies. Though it can easily be said that she loves fighting even just for the sake of fighting even in peacetime she's a live wire. She almost never stands still unless directly ordered to, always prancing in place and tossing her fiery mane as if she'll immolate if she doesn't. Light the Fire Mindspeaks quickly, excitedly, no matter what she is told otherwise. She can be hard to control without a firm hand, so perhaps it is a good thing that Reprise intrigues her. She is curious about them, this small Vessel, so to her that's a reason to Bond. They are her one weakness, and she's firmly wrapped around their little fingers. To all others she is an untouchable wildfire that will incinerate you in a heartbeat; all but Reprise beware!
Light the Fire is almost fragile-looking and delicate, and certainly she has an undeniable graceful beauty to her. Lean of body with a high-arching neck and a refined, wedge-shaped head, her coat is deep black cherry red with wild, violet flames, hooves, and eyes. Though subtle, there is a thin, irregularly-formed strip, or line, down her nose. Given it's black it almost blends in to her pelt otherwise.
((Name and personality somewhat inspired by Nightwish's 7 Days to the Wolves, mostly the bridge.))
The Herbal Alchemist Male Naiad Naduir
Mindspeak: Italics #27e124
Public name: Salix
The Healer Hall in Haven Weyr knows a great deal about herb-lore and the making of potions and poultices, or medicines in general. But there's always more to learn, new plants to discover and their properties to develop. That is Herbal Alchemist's ultimate goal. Just as his rank are known for their foraging and use of medicinal plants he is an explorer who travels the length and bredth of Haven's Territory to find the rare and unknown plants, as well as those commonly used, and mixes, combines, and tests them to find new applications. But he's not stingy with his knowledge; he keeps a journal to take notes on what does and doesn't work and whenever he's near the Weyr he'll stop in to visit, letting them copy down what he's found out and discussing his findings. Perhaps Reprise might help with his notations?
Perhaps a hair above four feet tall at the head Herbal Alchemist has the smooth, single-branching antlers of his rank. His horns are pale yellow, a pleasing contrast to his cinnamon-brown pelt. Thin white lines trail over his shoulders and flanks like water drips and frame his grass-green eyes.
Trip the Light Fantastic Female Fawn Nadur, Kita
Mindspeech: Italics #629292
Even on Teragaia, a place that accepts everyone, there are things that can create barriers between individuals. Culture, morals, personality, language, these are just a few. But there are some things that every person of every place has in common. Kita happens to be an advocate for one of those, a thing that needs no shared language to bring people together: Dance! While her rank is known to be dancers she doesn't just bound her way daintily onto any available dance floor. She happily encourages those around her to dance with her, and with each other. It doesn't matter if you believe you can or not. It doesn't matter if it's not your culture's music or if you don't know any steps. Everyone can have fun. Everyone can move to the beat and let themselves go, if only they will have the courage to try. That’s her role, you see: to help give the courage to try, and lead by example!
Kita is a dainty little deer, standing barely three feet tall at her head. Her coat is mostly a creamy color with three golden stripes down her head and a white underside. Little flecks of spring green dot along her flanks, and her violet eyes are always shining with affection and merriment.
Secret Name: Kilatia
Only the Best Jewelry Box Mimic
Name: Treasure
Speech: Bold #124237
Most Jewelry Box Mimics are known for being docile and chill. Over all other Mimics they are like to sit where placed and let themselves be fed. While Only the Best tends to share those sentiments - they aren't very active a creature by any stretch - they do have a strong sense of propriety. They know they are a very ornate, beautiful jewelry box, and they know that they enjoy things of beauty. The more valuable the metal, the better. The more glittering the gemstone, the more satisfied they are. And they are also possessive of their Bonded, Reprise. Though the Vessel might never end up in formal settings Only the Best is determined that they look 'proper' at all times. That is, the Mimic pays very close attention to what's happening, what it hears, and will spit out what it feels is an appropriate adornment for the situation. A necklace or bracelet, or perhaps a tiara, or a broach, or anything else all made of gold and silver and platinum, glittering with jewels, usually with a chirp of 'pretty' or 'wear it,' two phrases it's learned to mimic. It's intended for Reprise to wear what it offers, because if anyone knows what will make a good impression wouldn't a simply gorgeous Jewelry Box know it? To look at Only the Best one might understand where they get their high opinion of their viewpoints. A creature of gold with jewel-tone enamel and panels set with segments of precious stone, they have four legs holding up what appears to be a single-chamber with a high lid. A flower-like handle lifts the lid. Inside the lid is lined with purple velvet. Peering into the body is simply looking into an endless black depth, though any specifically desired trinket always comes quickly to hand when it's indicated.
To Love Is To Be Vulnerable Nonbinary Solar Cuddlebug Athid
Mindspeech: Bold #4c166d
Name: Pulse
To truly love someone and be loved in return, one's deepest secrets must be revealed and accepted. To Love is well aware of this and of Reprise's own secrets, that they harbour a vengeful streak a mile wide should they be wronged, and they are perfectly willing to love them with all of their being just the same. This particular cuddlebug resembles a simple dark brown centipede at first glance, but in the proper lighting it becomes clear that their colouration is closer to that of a pigeon-blood ruby, and their eyes are the brownish-gray shade of smoky quartz. They are also surprisingly quick (courtesy of their legs being designed for movement), and whenever given the chance they are all too happy to wrap themself around Reprise's neck or curl up on top of their head. They are a gentle sort, as all Solars tend to be, though To Love is very selective about who they choose to show their vulnerabilities to. Because of this, they will often look to Reprise to get a second opinion on whether someone is worthy of the love they and their bonded can offer.