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Desriya Valkhar : Female : Tainted Rider; Paraffin : Female : Fire (RETIRED/NPC)
Topic Started: Feb 15 2011, 02:37 PM (839 Views)
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Character Number- 5th

[align=center]So lost for so long to find my way
I failed to follow, I'm out of place

Crossing lines, small crimes
Taking back what is mine

I'm fine in the fire
I feed on the friction
I'm right where I should be
Don't try and fix me
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Name- Desriya Valkhar (Likes to go by Des)

Age- 20 (15 at bonding)

Gender- Female

Sexuality- Bicurious

[align=center]-Appearance-

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Dark haired and dark eyed, Desriya looks as though she will possibly become a beautiful woman when she comes into her age. Her features are plain, but arranged in such a way that the telltale signs of simple beauty are there. Her build is somewhat athletic as she is no stranger to physical labor and she stands at an even 5’, looking as though she could undergo another random growth spurt at any time. Her body is covered in lean wiry teenage muscle and she weighs in at approximately 110. While not entirely all that developed yet, she shows promise of being fairly curvaceous when she gets older.

The dark hair that frames her face is curly and almost always in the way. She wears it back most times, hating the fact that the humidity in Niyushi makes it frizz up from time to time. Desriya, despite her penchant for being a tom-boy sometimes, loves jewelry. Fake jewelry, real jewelry, glass jewelry, woven jewelry, so long as its colorful she loves to wear it. Her prized possessions, however, are two cloak clasps, one of which she bought herself with her own hard-earned wages and one passed down to her from her mother that belonged to her grandmother and before. Desriya loves colors, on her clothes and in her work, but she doesn’t like colors that clash. She always matches and she’s particular about it.

Her dress is usually something in between girly and not. Her favorite is a skirt/pants combination that allows her the free movement of pants, and a skirt slit so far up the sides that it doesn’t impede her range of movement or her ability to ride a horse if she needs to. While she doesn’t mind wearing pants and boots, she does sincerely enjoy any opportunity to dress up in something nice. She loves the long flowing dresses that noble ladies wear and any opportunity she can get to wear one is a good one.

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Desriya is a vibrant and social person. She feels life and emotion to the fullest whenever she can. After what happened to her and her family, she has overcome and transcended the tragedy and tries to live past it, looking toward her future rather than her past. Even with the constant threat of the Taint on the horizon, Desriya likes to think that Sekkai will prevail in the end and take back their territory and everything will be all right. She is not by any means an idealist, however. She knows the reality of what’s out there, there’s no rose-colored glasses when it comes to that. She is a stark contrast to her brother in terms of her outlook. Her art and designs are typically colorful and positively charged to reflect the way she likes to see things. One should not be fooled however, it is truly a challenge for her to keep her outlook as positive as she does because she knows the true danger that lurks in the Desolation and she is not immune to hardship herself. Sometimes she has to take a moment to gather her thoughts to keep herself thinking optimistically. It is not infrequent for her to cry alone in her room as she lets all the things she tries to bottle up go.

On the outside, Desriya looks for all intents and purposes just how she should—a young lady. Even when she’s dressed like a boy she tends to still look feminine. Given that appearance, many people think they will be interacting with just that, a young lady. But the way Desriya grew up and the things she had to do to stand out have given her an…interesting way of interacting with the world. She has the mouth of a sailor, her curses more a part of her vocabulary than actual curses. When she uses expletives, it is usually to the shock and surprise of all her peers because they simply don’t expect it to come from someone like her. While she curses as part of her vernacular, it is not excessive. She doesn’t curse for the sake of cursing, only when the words fit into what she’s trying to say, however she will say just about anything, no matter how crude. Many people have tried to wean her off of this habit, but have all failed.

A note to add to her variety of skills is that she is not completely inept when it comes to certain weaponry. Melee weapons such as swords, daggers, etc, are as much a mystery to her as they are to her brother. Instead, Desriya has developed a skill with a bow (longbows being her favorite) merely out of interest in the skill. Her mother abhorred the idea that her daughter should fight at all, or even hunt for that matter since that’s not what young women were supposed to do, but her father undermined her mother and got her her own shortbow for one of her birthdays. She has learned to use many kinds since and while she doesn’t prefer them, can use crossbows, and her aim with any of them is deadly (though it is not something she brags about). Lately she has been trying to learn to fight with a bowstaff as well. While she is still a lady in her own eyes, she thinks she should be able to take care of and defend herself. No one else should have to do it for her because she’s far from helpless.

She also loves animals. Unlike her brother who generally works with large animals such as cows and horses, Desriya prefers small animals, not to say she doesn’t like the big animals, but she prefers small ones because they can be inside with her. Mice, rats (not of the unclean sewer variety mind you), bats, cats, birds, snakes, lizards…anything small and furry or scaly she likes. If she could have a miniature zoo of her very own she would. She has ‘rescued’ a number of small animals and regrettably released them back into their environment. She’s only managed to have one that she’s kept around and only because it never chose to leave her.

Since bonding to Paraffin and being forced to live in the unforgiving environment of the Desolation, Desriya has become a paranoid sort of mess. Every noise makes her jump, and for the first time in her life she's not afraid to kill something that might kill her first. She's been forced to rely on her survival instincts to exist, and even with Paraffin at her back, she's learned that a sharp stick and good hearing are just as important to have as her dragon.

Rank- Tainted Fire Pair

[align=center]-History-[/align]

Desriya Valkhar is one of four siblings of a traveling merchant family. The youngest of three sisters and an elder brother, she is the baby of the family. While her sisters were only 15 and 17, they were still treated as being much older, especially in light of the fact that her 18 year old brother was being trained by his father to take over the family business. Instead of being trained to take over the caravan, Desriya’s older sisters were being taught all the proper ways to be a lady, all for the purpose of marrying off as a beneficial family pairing. Being too young for such things yet, Desriya tried to get her parents attention by growing up too fast. She wanted to wear the pretty dresses that her sisters wore and keep the same company, though being so much younger it was difficult at best. She was still pushed off as just acting out and more or less ignored for her attempts at growing up. Because of this rejection she gravitated towards a better relationship with her older brother rather than her older sisters. She became a little bit of a tom-boy that wished she could actually be more feminine, and she resented her sisters for it. Stuck between the worlds of adulthood and childhood and the realms of femininity and masculinity, Desriya didn’t think her situation could get much worse. But it did regardless.

At the age of 13 her caravan was attacked by a rogue band of Taints for no purpose other than the sake of destruction. Following the same story as Mykhail, she and he were the only survivors. She did not witness herself the brutal and grotesque murder of her mother and sisters that her brother did because he shielded her eyes. But she heard the sounds. Those screams of terror and pain are forever in her ears, especially when it gets quiet, so she often hums to herself when alone or when there’s nothing going on. She also has a tendency to talk to herself just to keep the phantom screams of her nightmares from her ears.

After the attack on her caravan, she and her brother ran for their lives for days before they reached the safety of the capitol of Lihn. Both shellshocked and paranoid, Desriya was forced to deal with her brother’s decision to join the Sekkaian military. Afraid to be left alone she begged him to stay with her, cried for him not to leave her by herself. It took him a few days to explain to her that their entire family business had been destroyed in the attack as well as their family and there was no way for them to make any income to live off of. Joining the Sekkaian military was not only a monetary decision, but also a tactical one. Mykhail had to do, that became clear. Defeated, but knowing her older brother was right, she finally let him go. She was left to stay with a constantly working aunt and uncle that she didn’t see much of nor know very well, so she turned to finding different ways to amuse herself. Always having been talented in the arts in some way, Desriya talked her unfamiliar aunt into buying her her own set of paints and canvases and she started to paint to keep her mind off of the demons running around in her head.

Despite her loneliness, Desriya never blamed her brother for leaving her, or for the nightmares that surfaced every now and again of the attack. Instead she made up her mind to make her own money and take herself to the Academy to stay with him. She might have been too young to join the Sekkaian military as a candidate for a dragon, but she had a trade she could ply, and she was determined to stay as near to her only true family as possible. Throughout the months of Mykhail’s absence, Desriya sold her paintings, used the money to buy more supplies and eventually began making jewelry and clothing which she also sold for whatever meager amount someone would give to a fourteen year old girl. Being multitalented in the realm of design and the arts was her saving grace because it allowed to gather enough money to finally travel to the Academy, and just in time too she found out.

The caravan she bartered passage with moved painfully slow, but there as no doubt about it, the news she’d heard about dragon eggs on the Academy’s sands was confirmed by the gossip in the caravan. She only hoped she wouldn’t miss it. She arrived at the Academy the day the eggs cracked, albeit hours beforehand. It took her that long to locate her older brother having his dinner in the dining hall. Resilient as most adolescents her age, Desriya was almost shocked to see the shadows swimming in the depths of Mykhail’s eyes when she saw him. While she’d moved on from their losses, he seemed to have held on. Saddened by it, but unwilling to let it bother her, Desriya pep-talked her brother out onto those sands to see him bond to his searing blue Sonic wyrmling. Filled with pride and envy, Desriya left behind all her ideas that she couldn’t join the grand scheme of things at the Academy. Days later, she asked around and was able to enlist herself as a candidate for a dire wolf, and if that doesn’t work out, a dragon candidate like her brother. Now, she claims, she’s here to annoy her brother and his bad attitude Sonic forever one way or the other.

Update: August 11, 2011

Shortly after coming to the Academy, Desriya ran afoul of the Tainted Razor Viscer and his rider Hadroze. While it seemed they'd just kill her before it was all over with, Viscer kept her alive, his particularly disturbing habits not gone unnoticed by the young woman. While she's had a pretty brutal dose of reality, her being snatched by the Taint has given her a bit of new insight. After leaving her on a ledge to fend for herself and flying off to do whatever dastardly things Viscer did, Desriya escaped and met another Taint, albeit one that was far less brutal but far more insane. She befriended the Mycotic Ostios, who was convinced that he was a Sekkaian still. Ever since she has taken pity on all those once-Sekkaian Taints and wants to find a way to free them all from their bond to the Tainted Lord...somehow. She doesn't know how, but she believes where there is a will, there is a way.

Update: February 28, 2012

After bonding to her Fire dragoness Paraffin, everything has changed for Desriya. She railed against the Taint for as long as she could, disapproving of any bad behaviors that were inherent to her Fire. She tried to teach her the difference between right and wrong. She tried to keep the darkness from spreading to herself, but ultimately, she has failed. Paraffin may not be the most bloodthirsty of Taints, but she has proven to certainly be insane. She will watch destruction as though someone would watch a play. She just likes to watch the world burn, just for the sake of watching. The Fire doesn’t think past the present enjoyment and doesn’t care for the end when there’s nothing left of the world. She’s in no hurry to get there, but she still likes to watch the spiral downward regardless. This sick fascination has bled through her too-close-for-comfort bond with her rider and changed Desriya from a frightened teenager into a cold young woman who has given up on what little hope she clung to.

Torn between the love for her dragon because of their bond and the fact that Paraffin seems to return affection for her rider, Desriya long lamented her situation. Until she almost lost Paraffin. When the Fire’s sire came to her and coerced her to accompany him to attack a small Sekkaian outpost, she was attacked viciously by an Air defending its life. It almost took her down, making the fence Desriya was straddling shatter into nothing. Paraffin has always been manipulative and controlling of her rider, but now Desriya is hers hook, line and sinker. No longer will she question her dragon’s motives and actions or look down upon them. Paraffin is the only thing that has kept her alive over the first several months of her life, and Desriya knows it beyond the shadow of a doubt and she refuses to risk losing her dragon again due to her trying to force her to hold back when her instincts know better.

Pet(s)-

During her stay in Lihn, after an argument with her aunt, Desriya escaped to the refuge of the great city’s streets. Whilst walking by an ally way, she was drawn by a horrid commotion that she discovered was being caused by a stray cat and a common raven. Judging by the mess and the fact that the raven was fighting with the ferocity of a territorial animal, Desriya found that the cat had attacked the raven’s nest, having devoured all the young chicks before the mother returned with their food. She chased off the cat only to find that during the fight, the old mother raven’s wing had been broken and she could no longer fly. Feeling guilty about not allowing the cat to finish off the poor injured beast and sympathizing with its loss, Desriya rescued the old raven, mended its wing and tried to release it when it was healed. Though, when it came time to release the bird, it continued to come back to her, so Desriya named her Crone based on her snippy personality and her nearly constantly ruffled feathers and lets her stay around as often as she wants.

Currently, Crone is nowhere to be found, but Desriya hopes still that the old raven will find her again someday. She hopes she’s only hiding somewhere away from the Murks, where she’d certainly be picked off by a hungry Taint.


[align=center]The Dragon

I'll take your love
I'll take your hate
I'll take your desire
I'll take the world, when it turns on you
I'll set it on fire

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Name- Paraffin

Age- 5 years ((Hatchday August 18, 2011))

Gender- Female

Element- Fire

[align=center]-Appearance-
Adult Reference Sheet (most accurate)
Wyrmling Reference Sheet
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Paraffin is unlike most Taints. She looks like she should be living at the Academy instead of in the Desolation. Her bright, near-perfect, plated scales are red as bright new blood that fades to a pinker hue along her belly and extremities, flecked with bits of yellowy gold that adorn her feet, muzzle and the tip of her tail. A few stray spots of yellow gold flicker in the deep red of her other scales, dusting her with a shine only visible in well-lit areas.

Along her spine and around her eyes is a deep, charcoal black, the black around her eyes swirling and spiraling like a mask around her golden eyes that seem to pull and mesmerize all that look within them. Her wings sport the same colors as the rest of her body, gold flecking the trailing edges as it does her extremities. Paraffin's quartet of heavy horns resemble those of her mother, Anamchara, and are the same charcoal black that runs down most of the length of her spine.

Depending on her emotion or at her own will, a trail of brilliant flames appears between the two blackened ridges on her back. This makes her a very potent danger to anything that wishes to attack her from above or even flank her. She does not hesitate to use this unique ability if she has to.

For a fire, Paraffin is pretty compact, her short and rounded face, stocky limbs, and thick, stiff tail showing the strength she is capable of. She walks with an air of complete and utter confidence, her true emotions really only shown by the fire on her back.

Her crystal is dark, ovoid and looks like a piece of polished smoky quartz crystal embedded in her chest, just above her collar-bone.

I would imagine that her voice sounds a lot like an aristocratic English lady. I don't know why, that's just how she sounds in my head :|

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Paraffin is a wicked little thing. Manipulation is in her nature and something she can't seem to consciously help. The hypnotizing way her flames and her eyes seem to draw people in, if anything, certainly makes sure her voice is heard, even if they are not swayed by what she has to say. She doesn't have to think about manipulating anyone, it just sort of happens. She's got a tongue coated in honey and her words sound more precious than gold when she means them to. The Fire doesn't curse at all—since her rider seems completely willing to do so herself.

Her colors are red and gold, two of the most noticeable colors, at least, to the human eye. It draws attention to her, and the moment she speaks or the flames leap up along her spine, she has her audience captive. Her presence is enchanting if not mesmerizing. That too makes her a danger to anyone that will listen long enough. She is also conniving and clever, putting together her words and arguments in such was that there just is no counterargument. At least not from Desriya. One day, she will teach her Des to be the same way, to be as enchanting and deadly as the false hope she represents for her.

Because of these things, even if she doesn't mean to be—though she usually does, at least with her own rider—she is a controlling sort. She wants those that spend their time around her to listen to her and trust her so that she can command them when she sees fit. Even if she enthralls a bunch of lemmings, it doesn't matter to her, so long as she can be in control of the situation or of someone. However, should she ever lose the unwavering control she holds on Desriya, it would nearly destroy her.

Paraffin also exudes an air of complete confidence, even if she knows she doesn’t have the upper hand. She almost always has a cool head on her shoulders despite her element and it can be almost unnerving sometimes.

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Perched atop a tuft of dry, dead leaves, a Fire egg began to wobble, the fiery surface glistening in the strange light of the swamp. Over the raucous chatter and cacophonous wail of those present, the tiny squeaks coming from within the ovoid went unnoticed, as did the subtle tremors, practically invisible to the naked eye. They were there, though, a quiet and nearly imperceptible struggle against the calcium prison that held the small creature within, gradual cracks beginning to perforate the surface. It was slow going, though, and as the carnal chaos the Hatching rose to a fevered pitch around the egg, it gradually began to increase in pace likewise. The cracks began to fissure deeper, widening and branching out across the shell like some strange lace, broken and disjointed, yet strangely attractive nonetheless.

The first push from within did little to progress the freedom of the hatchling within, merely serving to form a small, temporary bulge in the side of the egg before it fell back into place. Thankfully, the second was much more successful, causing a small shower of red-orange pieces to slough off and vanish into the churning water below. With renewed enthusiasm, the Fire hatchling within began to hammer and writhe against its prison until pieces were falling steadily away, the occasional glimmer of fire-bright scales below showing through the widening cracks. At the speed it was going, the hatchling didn't take long before, with one final heave of its small body, the egg completely fell apart around it, leaving the young creature to step forward, proud of its success, standing tall and haughty, fanning wings still wet with egg goo, the rest of the gunk drying rapidly on its scales.

Unlike so many, who were grotesque and misshapen, picture of terror and torture, this little Fire was not. Far from it. Instead of slouching and slavering with an emaciated frame and scraggly scales, she looked more like something befitting of a Sekkaian Hatching. She was hale and whole, a sublime specimen, almost...perfect, though in a strange way. It was obvious she had had enough nutrients whilst in the egg, her short frame curvy and rounded with soft rolls of baby fat that, while they would nonetheless eventually melt away, would leave her perpetually curvy and shapely. Short, stocky legs carried her small form towards those Candidates who remained eagerly, making the cute dragon possess an odd waddle that set her apart from the others, her tail swaying stiffly from side to side, wings still fanning away the last of the clinging slime. Even her face was blunted and rounded, giving her a snub-nosed appearance and wide, puffy cheeks that an unwise person might attempt to pinch. She was cute, yes, even adorable, but there was still much, much more to her.

Chirruping innocently, the Fire continued her slow waddle towards the Candidates, slogging determinedly through the muck and brackish water which did little to dull her bright hide. For the most part, her scales were a bright and cheerful red, almost pinkish in a certain light, accented with yellow gold splotched across her paws, muzzle, and the tip of her tail with the occasional odd spot decorating her body. There was a dark charcoal that was dusted along her spine, though, and circled each eye like a strange Venetian mask, whorling and swirling in spots, subtly fading in others. What was strange, though, were her back ridges. There were two, each short and curving, running along either side of her spine, with a suspicious hollow in the middle, not at all the sort to intimidate, especially given her lineage.

The exact purpose for such a set -up came when a small Forest, lean and wiry, a hungry look on his scraggly jaws, wandered too close, sniffing at her like a starving cur, his tongue darting out to give her scales a cursory lick just before his broken maw opened greedily, lunging forward to be met by...spontaneous combustion. Not quite spontaneous, though, as the Forest fell back, kreeling with a mouth full of flame instead of flesh, the small Fire spinning in place as flame lit between the ridges that lined her back like some bright and living mane. She hissed defiantly at the Forest, prancing backward, suddenly not-so-innocent as the stench of burnt flesh permeated the air. The Forest whined as he slunk back into the Murks, nursing his burnt and blackened gums as a few other Tainted snickered and chortled, the Fire already turning away to flounce towards her rider with a note of finality.

"You!" she piped merrily, coming to a stop before Desriya, her large eyes wide. "Did you see what I did? Wasn't it awful?" she crooned, preening herself proudly to display the smokey ovoid crystal over her heart, a faint fire flickering within, her eyes narrowing to lusty slits at the mere thought of the pain she'd caused. She sauntered closer to the girl, looking her over slowly. "You shouldn't be tear-stained, my darling," she murmured sweetly, settling a chubby paw on Desriya's forearm. "I am here, your perfect Paraffin. I am here to make everything better," she stated, words hypnotic and slow, large eyes seeming to draw in and capture all of those who watched, whether or not they wanted to. The fire along her spine continued to burn, though much lower now, slow and enchanting, the tongues curling with a lack of speed that made it seem almost as if time had slowed. "We will make everything better, better together...oh, so much better, my heart-of-hearts...."

[align=center]Fire Egg
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Paraffin
Female
(Fire Anamchara x Glass Gloire)
Honey-Tongued, Enchanting, Controlling
Desriya Valkhar, 14, Female (Nherva)
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Siblings
By Glass Gloire
Male Glass Dichroic - Sekkaian
Male Glass Fomhóire - Tainted
Female Glass Murrine - Sekkaian
Male Rosemary Somnus - Sekkaian
Make Rosemary Mors - Sekkaian
By Fire Anamchara
Male Fire Tezcatlipoca - Sekkaian
Female Fire Aquila - Sekkaian

Nieces/Nephews
From Glass Dichroic
Male Glass Llachar - Sekkaian
Female Earth Ubasti - Sekkaian
Male Crystal Ayurnamat - Sekkaian
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