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Cleo || Female || Scholar; Rider of Sonic Sonata (Retired/NPC)
Topic Started: Jul 12 2011, 01:16 AM (907 Views)
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Character Number- 3rd

Name- Cleopatra “Cleo” Messenijah

Age- 27 [Born Summer; Bonded at 21]

Gender- Female

Sexuality- Heterosexual, but curious

Appearance-
A slightly taller woman than most, Cleo stands at 5’8. As with most women however most of her height is in her legs. Her short hair reaches to her chin and her bangs rest just over her eyebrows. It is a soft brown color with auburn streaks in it. She keeps it short as a necessity for it it were any longer it would become too much to manage. Her eyes are green with tiny brown flecks in them. They are very expressive and show nearly every one of her emotions. Her fair skin is of a golden brown hue that fairs pretty well against the sun.

Having grown up in the mountains southeast of Vien on the border of Loth Angresan Cleo is used to cold weather. Her family settled in the mountains long ago. She is often seen wearing simple clothing, often comprised of a skirt, long shirt and silk shawl. Due to the windy climate she often wears a scarf over her head to keep her hair in place. On rare occasions she will done a poncho that she had weaved herself. On her feet she prefers boots or sandals on a good day. As for colors Cleo isn’t one to complain. She usually stays towards drab colors as they block the sun, but she doesn't mind wearing bright colors every now and again most often in times of celebration.

The most interesting thing about Cleo are her tattoos. She has sleeves on her arms and legs trailing down to her hands and feet in black ink. Her tattoos are Henna like in appearance with flowers, trailing curling lines, and dots that are common among her people. She got them as a symbol that even though she didn't conform to gender roles she still respected where she came from. Her arms have mostly flowers and petals on them to symbolize prosperity and good fortune. On her feet are bracelet like designs to represent stability wherever she goes.

Personality- Rebellious, Adventurous, Stubborn, Lonely
Having been raised in a strict household Cleo yearned to break free of her bonds. She is a rebellious girl and doesn't like to be held down by rules. Her parents (namely her father) often punished her for such behavior. A woman's place was in the house. Their duties were to take care of children, cook, keep the house clean, and to cater to their husbands every whim.

What fueled her rebellious nature as a girl was her adventurous attitude. Cleo yearned to go out with the men and hunt or explore. Why was it that men got to have all the fun? It wasn't fair! Why weren't women allowed to do the same things as men? They could do everything they could if not better. She yearned to see the world for what it was. She was no stranger to the Sekkians war against the Tainted. She even witnessed as some dragons flying over head one day as she was out shopping with her mother. To be a dragonrider! That was the ultimate adventure. That was what she yearned to be.

Stubborn as a mule is a phrase often used by Cleo's parents to describe her. She saw how her father acted when she was a little girl. He never relented to anyone, never let anyone step on him. That was because he never gave up. He never agreed with anyone unless it was for a good reason. So she too, like him became stubborn. She would never relent, she would never give in. She would fight for what she believed in. Even if it involved her dying.

Because of her nature, Cleo is a girl some people find intimidating. She doesn't mean it in the slightest however. She likes meeting new people and learning new things... it's just that other people don't see that and they often stay away from her without even getting to know her. Because of this Cleo is kind of a loner. If they don't want to be friends with her fine! Leave them be! They're the ones missing out. Her only true friend is a dog that her father got her when she was a little girl. Due to not having many friends Cleo sometimes tries a little too hard when she meets a new person, often driving them away unintentionally.

Rank- Sonic Rider; Scholar

History-
Born to parents in the harsh mountains in Loth Angresan, Cleopatra was the 2nd daughter in a family that also had 4 boys. Growing up Cleo was the quintessential little girl. She took up sewing like her mother and obeyed her father's every word. It was up until her 17th year that she was the so called "perfect daughter". She was coming back from a trip to buy some yarn with her mother when a dragonrider from the Academy landed in the town square.

The dragonrider was a woman, to the shock and amazement of Cleo. She was under the impression that women's jobs were to take care of their husbands and children, cook, clean, and be obedient. The woman and her Lightning were on search looking for candidates to stand for the newest clutch of dragon eggs. Anyone who volunteered would be taken back to the Academy. She had wanted to volunteer, to find out what dragonriding was really like and have a real adventure. Her mother wasn't having it however. She dragged Cleo away before the woman could finish. Minutes later she watched from her bedroom window as the woman rode away with two volunteers for the dragon's eggs.

That night she questioned her parents why she wasn't allowed to volunteer. Her parents argued that they didn't want to see their daughter go off to war and die. But Cleo knew the real reason. They thought that dragonriding wasn't "a woman's job". That was when she started rebelling. It wasn't fair! Now that she thought back on it her parents didn't let her do anything that she wanted! They stopped her from learning to ride a horse, they stopped her from learning how to shoot a bow, they stopped her from being able to learn anything that was deemed a "man's job".

For 3 years Cleo rebelled. Silent acts of protest that gave her a small satisfaction. Her brothers and sister thought she was mad. She didn't listen to anything that their parents said, and she didn't have any friends to speak of except that dog of hers. She couldn't have cared less what her siblings thought of her. They weren't that close anyway. Then on a quiet day in Spring Cleo finally got her chance. A Rider had arrived in her small mountain town again on Search for the newest clutch to grace the sands of the Academy.

By now she had gotten the tattoos that adorn her arms and legs. In her culture the tattoos on the arms and legs of women symbolized their entrance into womanhood. Women with these tattoos were eligible for marriage. Women that were married got a small line of dots above their eyebrows. The rider had settled into a small inn in town for the night. As she lay in her bed that night, a thought struck Cleo. What if she went to the inn and convinced the rider to take her with her? It was a daring idea, but she decided to go along with it. Deciding to take a leap of faith she packed up her and things and left the house. Outside she called to Mali. She couldn't leave without her best friend.

As she approached the inn she noticed a dark figure sleeping near the building. The rider's dragon. Never before had she seen such a beautiful creature. She didn't know anything about dragons. As she tried to creep around it she stepped on a stick, waking the dragon up. She had been shocked to learn that dragons could talk, a fact which she found out when the dragon asked what she was doing so late at night. Seeing this as the perfect opportunity to get away she asked the dragon if her rider could take her (and Mali) back to the Academy. The dragon agreed saying that they would meet her early outside her house. Ecstatic Cleo walked back to her house. Not being able to sleep she channeled her energy into writing a note for her parents to read so they wouldn't be worried about her. She said that she loved them but she had to leave. She had to leave because she knew her destiny was elsewhere. Her destiny was at the Academy. So early in the morning she made her room. Before she left she placed the note on her bed and took one last look at the life she would be leaving. Gathering up her bags and Mali she walked out the door to meet the rider.

Pet(s)- Mali: a female dog that Cleo received as a pet from her father when she was young.

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Name- Sonata

Age- 6 years [Hatchday: May 24, 2012]

Gender- Female

Element- Sonic

Parents- Sonic Kokopelli x Celestial Lumieré

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Appearance-
Thanks to her Sire's genes Sonata was born big and long. During her wyrmling years she had awkward moments, but as an adult she fits into her body perfectly, with no proportion out of place. She sports a lean frame, with both a strong neck corded with sinew, a thick powerful tail, and long slender legs. She also had two pairs of horns, the top pair larger and the second smaller. Inherited from her sire, they sweep back like a Celestial's would. Sprouting her chin and also from her head and trailing down the top of her neck are spines, each one of them pitted with holes. Another collection of pitted spines jut from her back and rise to a peak over her hips until descending again to nothing near the base of her tail. Speaking of tails, Sonata's is quite a curious affair. It is an illusion really that gives the impression of a false metal, when it is nothing more than one singular scale that has a different texture and sheen to give it the appearance of something it is not. When air flows through the unique instrument a saxophone like sound is produced. Also if need be she can use her tail as a weapon, for the two pointed tips are very sharp. Her crystal is located beneath her right eye and under direct sunlight is normally a blue shade akin to that of her sails; however when she raises her head and the crystal is reflected against sunlight it turns into a blazing amber.

Even though Sonata is a beautiful example of her breed, her colors are really why Cleo calls her "siren". Often the mountain girl remarks that her dragon is a mix of flame and water. The main color of her scales is a bright seafoam green, the entirety of which is often accented by patches of clear iridescent scales, yet another gift from her sire. These patches of scales shine with a rainbow light when she steps into the light at the right angle. The other color that is mostly dominant on Sonata's body is a deep Prussian blue. It is the color of the membrane that stretches between her spines, like sails, and the thin skin between her ribs that act as sound amplifiers. Her spines and horns start of as a normal orange color and gradient to a bright gold. Her tail also starts off as gold, albeit a lighter shade, but it soon brightens into the same color as her horns and spines. And like most Sonics Sonata is marked with striped across her whole body. The dazzling stripes mark her from nose to the last half of her tail, from there her tail takes to it's bell shape.The stripes start out like her spines do, orange, then they fade into the familiar gold; however the markings take it a step further by then fading into a bright nearly acid green in some spots.

Personality- Amorous, Diffident, Insecure, Studious
Most dragons are either just like their riders personality wise or the exact opposite. Sonata certainly falls into the latter category. Where Cleo is often lonely Sonata is amorous, going out of her way to enjoy life and the company of others, particularly those of the male variety. She has absolutely no qualms about spending time with males, rather she encourages it really. She see's life as something that is not to be wasted or something that is all truly evil, instead it is something to be cherished and used to the fullest extent. In order to do so and stick to her principles Sonata feels the least that she can do is love others and help them experience that wonderful feeling as well.

And whereas Cleo is stubborn and tends not to give up things without a fight, this teal Sonic is rather diffident and she often backs down when things present too much of a challenge for her. This is made even worse due to her insecurities, causing her to be shy and rather withdrawn from those she does not know well. Strangers whom she have never met especially fall into that spectrum. When she is with them she tries to stay calm and reserved, but will often lower her head or turn away. When it comes to social encounters such as these she tends to deffer to her rider Cleo and let her take charge of things. When she is stressed out she will often seclude herself play melodies in an attempt to calm herself down.

Insecurities are something that not all people have, however Sonata surely has a few. She is often worried about what people think of her, being a dragon that prefers to please others. Her biggest fear is that she's not being a good enough partner for Cleo, that she is a burden. She would do anything for her, as any dragon would for their rider, and is utterly devoted to her. In the back of her mind there is the thought that there had to be some better dragon for her Cleo, someone that could be everything she needed in a partner. Because of this subconscious thought she is often influenced to try and impress Cleo. She feels the need to prove herself constantly, to prove that she is worthy of being her rider's dragon.

Another aspect of her personality that comes off as a surprise to some, is Sonata's studious nature. She has a love and an active thirst for knowledge. Her lust to learn stems mostly from her lust to live life to its fullest. Some of her favorite subjects include history, anthropology, and the arts (especially music of course). She often spends many hours in the archives pouring over old tomes and things of the like. She also spends time asking older dragons of their experiences in the vast world outside of the Academy, of the people they have met and the things they have seen. She loves to share what she has learned with her rider and others who are willing to listen. Many have commented that these traits and habits are the tell tale signs that, should Sonata choose to pursue the field, her scholarly career will be a great one.

Hatching-
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Lightning cracked above the dome in a cacophony of terrible force and sound. The brief surge of light from the tumultuous weather's surmounting thunderhead penetrated the glass behind the floating fixture that illuminated the enormous cavern, amplifying the golden glow. The forced of nature were blind and deaf to the joyous occasion that infected the hatching within; winds howled amidst the growing storm, rain fell faster and from the rolling blackened clouds. The occupants within the Academy were safe from the onslaught of mother nature's increasingly enraged broiling, the thick limestone and heavy, dragon-laid infrastructure keeping the city-building whole and unharmed, as it once did against the force of puppeteer souls.

Another egg began to quake in a much less defined manner at the lightning's inadvertent imprudent coaxing. It shivered at the sounds of warring energy, beginning to twist uncomfortably in its carefully constructed nest while the rest of the cavern's occupants were enamored and stunned by the twin Ices. Chimes and wooden instruments cushioned the frightened hatchling's struggle. Kokopelli's glass shards tinkled as their charge's disc tapped against them, beginning to strike up a song of their own to herald the birth of the new sound-weaver.

Cheers rang clear from the crowd as two more eggs cracked, spilling forth a remarkably fragile child from Cadence's lofty brood, and again, its clutchbrother, a burly fellow from Auster's gravitational nest. The displaced attention, perhaps, fueled the dragonet's struggle to break out of its home. A low, palpable humming resonated from the dark purple disc in staccato fashion, audible only to its doting, watchful mother. Tentative blips of stronger vibrations began to pulse at first tentatively, then stronger. As each new clash of thunder shook the grounds outside, the dragonet's lust to get away from it grew, pushing it further and further until the first cracks began to lace the previously perfect egg's surface. Smaller bits of shell, tiny blips where the creases met, turned to fine dust as they fell upon the sands.

The the violet disc soon shattered as its structure collapsed beneath the force of the subsonic frequency. Calcified shell split and rented with the dragonet's combined efforts. A thick tail whipped as it was freed and battered the nest's floor while its forequarters fought the clinging amniotic fluids in a panicked manner. Its spines let loose a rising stream of confused and frustrated peals. Why wasn't this working! It wasn't the most coordinated of babies, but it was really quite determined; an admirable feat for one so small. Another peal of thunder shook the glass dome above with a resounding crack. The Hatchling let loose a pitiful whine as it tried to comprehend the new sensation, crouching low in the nest and shuffling closer her mother's sunset belly.

She rested for a brief moment, panting heavily from her exertion, before looking up at Kokopelli with wide eyes. "I'm sorry, but I think I have to go," whined the hatchling. her. "Please don't think I hate you, I really don't! Tell father that, too, if you think he won't dislike me for it, but my bonded..." she trailed off, leaning back on her feet and staring out over the top of the nest's rim toward the line of candidates. She would have to get herself there, right? She looked at the dragons looming above, their judgmental and waiting eyes, possibly, more terrifying to her than the dueling skies above. The little Sonic gulped and shivered, waiting for a few moments of silence before she steeled herself as best she could, and booked it.

The glass-encrusted nest tinkled one last time as the Sonic dragonet leapt from her mother's side with a tentative wiggle and hauled herself toward the line of candidates as fast as her legs could carry her No larger than a cat and just as athletic, the blip of metallic scales skittered across the sands from one shadow to the next. A hide of small, deep blue scales scales blanketed the dragonet's supple frame. Bright green iridesced the scales almost like a beetle's, shining beneath the flickering light in a lovely manner. Irregular stripes draped down her sides over her spine in deep orange and yellow, which faded back to pale green to blend in with her main body. She was large for her breed and very long, expectedly so for her sire's genetics, but not unnaturally proportioned. Kokopelli's features shone through in the blue-webbed crest rising above her head, and again, further down her back. Two pairs of long, narrow horns sprouted from the rear of her skull from her father, each the gentle sunset in hue and lined with openings that emitted a faint trickling of air as the dragonet darted from one set of legs to the next.

A golden brass bell adorned the end of her tail, smoothly transitioning from the hue of a beetle's carapace to the minted sheen of false metal.  It was oddly shaped like a minstrel's saxophone, coupled again by the deep holes that lined her ribcage like subwoofers. The hatchling shrieked when a dragon shifted away suddenly to allow her ample room for passage, filling the air with deep, startled bursts of low sound as well as the higher pitched whistles from her horns and spines. She sprinted faster and closed the final gap between herself and the candidates with a final, desperate leap, attaching herself fully to the first candidate she came across.

She panted with exertion and cowered, but soon found the voice to question the downturned gazes locked uncomfortably onto her. "Why are they looking at me like that?" The Sonic hatchling queried against a candidate's leg. She wrapped her forelegs around the thin ankle and cowered in shame. "They don't hate me, right? Why would they hate me? I've done nothing wrong!" She shook in terror, the pitch in her voice amplified by the many flute holes down the length of her spinal column.

Instinctively she pulled the stiff end of her tail up beneath her belly and sat upright, leaning back on her haunches to permit the odd stature. Her hands released the candidate's leg and began to cover the tone holes that flanked either side. Sound billowed from the dragon-instrument in modified waves with the help of her hands, which moved back in forth with the rising composition. It wasn't any particular song, but a collection of the melodic sounds she had experienced while in the egg; a safe, warm, and comforting reminder of the peace she had while still in her mother's care.  The lullaby calmed her in a way no words could hope to fathom. Eyes drifting closed, she played the little tune until her heart stopped to race as painfully as it had just moments ago.

"Please don't hate me," she whispered fearfully. "I know there are other breeds of dragons here, my siblings, that might look better to a candidate, but I promise, I won't hurt you or....or judge you." The Sonic pawed at the hem of the grey-trimmed dress and upturned her slender face to look at Cleo with widened, enormous golden eyes. A small flash of color beneath her right eye illuminated at the ceiling's gentle coaxing, turned what was once a solid blue crescent into a glowing amber crystal.

"My name is Sonata," she hesitantly offered. "I'm sorry to have kept you waiting if you had wished to see me, but the weather..." Sonata trailed off, looking toward the glass above the artificial light with a twinge of fear. "You'll protect me from it, won't you?"


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(Sonic Kokopelli x Celestial Lumiére)
Amorous, Diffident, Insecure
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