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Eamon Fomorii :: Male :: NPC Spine; Rider of Air Narcissa
Topic Started: Sep 5 2011, 11:17 AM (957 Views)
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Character Number: Seventh

Name: Eamon Fomorii

Age: Thirty-two

Gender: Male

Sex: Male

Sexuality: Asexual

Appearance:
  • Eamon's body is thin, almost to the point of being considered sickly, and imbued with lean, wiry muscles. He's a far cry from an overbearing soldier, standing a minuscule height of five feet and two inches and hardly able to tackle a fifty pound sack of flour without knocking himself over. Perpetually alert, deep brown eyes stare out of slightly sunken sockets deprived of a good night's sleep. Drastically pale skin covers his rounded facial features, giving him the appearance of a spooked boy rather than that of a young adult man. The skin of his lower arms, lower legs, and his neck are all laced with small pockmarks, cuts, and minor scars from years of travel and war. Most of them are covered up, but if one were to look closely enough they would see a faint pattern on his wrists.

    His clothing is meticulous, although never flashy. In truth, he doesn't need the attention even if he were inclined to dress in obscenely bright colors. The plumage of his partner does enough to compensate for his normally lackluster hues. Everything on him and around him must be in order, despite how hard that might be in the midst of a war-torn land. Eamon's clothes are starched, his dirty blonde hair kept short and combed. Perpetually clean, practiced hands are quick to avoid unnecessary filth, most often times encased in gloves during battle. He looks similar to this.
Personality:
  • An unwarranted flick of the light at the drop of a hat is enough to send a nervous twitch up Eamon's spine. Sleep-deprived eyes wide, wiry frame rigid as a two by four, hair standing up on the back of his neck, he'll send himself into a state of high alert all while a normally sane person will stare and laugh at accidentally having scared him. A trap? Could it be a Tainted? Were assassins coming to kill him? No! It was....just a light...right? He's very paranoid, to an almost medically troubling degree. However, in recent years he's calmed down a fair deal, however little that might seem to the average eye. His voice is marred with stuttering, as if his mind were elsewhere. His nervousness magnifies the further away he is away from Narcissa.

    He is honest to the point of being quite blunt. If you were to ask him what he thought of your outfit (or a wound, perhaps, if he happened to be working), he would give you the straight facts without attempting to sugarcoat it. Is it ugly? No matter, he'd tell you. Life-threatening? Yeah, sorry---you have four months to live. It might not come as a surprise, bit it tends to ruin any humor he might in conversation. The reactions he gleans from such are not always the best, but on the other hand, if he were to actually dull the pain or possibly lie he would be caught dead in his tracks with nervous stuttering and forced to deal with the prospect of untrustworthiness. Eamon is already paranoid of what people might think of him. Why add to that?

    The crippling depression and sickness from years past still clings to his bones with dark tendrils, but with the introduction of Narcissa into his life, the sadness has ebbed. Eamon deplores violence with a passion, even more so of the Taints that force them into exerting it. The aspect of death and dying scare him and, although he knows that it's a necessary evil, he does his best to prevent it.
Rank: Spine of the Lambent Wing

History:
  • Eamon Fomorii was born to a woman in poverty in the mountainous northern expanse of Sekkai. He never grew to knew his sire, nor did he particularly care. The absence of Eamon's father never seemed to heed Fira much either, for as far as she was concerned, the man that didn't care for his son didn't deserve him. She raised him on her own on her dairy farm, a lean young man wise in the way of herd beasts. They barely had enough money to feed their cattle, let alone themselves. Yet despite the hardships that the frigid north and sent against them, Eamon grew into a strong, confident young man that wanted to defy even the Gods with his perseverance.

    Fira wanted him to become a human medic to make an honest living for himself but he wanted to defend his country. She wanted him away from the front lines of war, he wanted to be thrown in the midst of it. Fira knew much of medicinal aid and taught him what he needed to know, discrepancies between their wishes aside. Eamon absorbed the knowledge readily from his mother, choosing to further his understanding in what applied to first aid, dragons, and war wounds.

    A Tainted raid sought the very end of their meager scrap of land and life, the monsters tearing into their small plot and killing their cattle in the dead of night. Fira was killed by a Bone and Eamon was left to live, wounded and dazed after the dragons took their fill. When the young man recovered enough to fully comprehend what happened, something inside of his snapped and broke. After the death of his mother he went into a deep spiraling depression, going days upon days without speaking a word to anyone. He shuffled along aimlessly, silent and nearly wracked with plague after plague of endless nightmare. He had refused to give into the will to end his life, if only because he was too afraid of what might happen if he did so. He kept on moving, unable to find solace or an end to the misery.

    In the manner of most Hatching recruitments, a Fire pair scoured the countryside for capable young men and women to serve as candidates for the upcoming clutch of eggs. Eamon, at first, was not immediately present before the dragon and his rider, hidden in the shadows. When the rider came underneath the canvas to purchase a few items from the nearby shopkeep, he all but ran into the stoic man. Seeing the horror and unwillingness to die in his eyes, he offered Eamon a second chance at happiness and to join the Sekkian rider's ranks. The young man agreed, solemnly, and without much thought. It hardly mattered what happened to him, right?

    Eamon entered the Hatching Sands not expecting anything to happen to him. To bond? No, that was not what would happen. He knew that he would ultimately be disappointed, surely, and forced himself not to get his hopes up. He wasn't worth it. However, fate gently handed him a small mirrored crystal that he could...slightly, see his reflection in. Shock stopped him in his tracks beside the motherly Celestial as he, astounded, watched the events before him unfold. If he was going to bond, and he was, what...would he bond to? Certainly not the larger, rarer breeds. No---that Rosemary egg in it's flower bed seemed more fitting. Something small, something that wouldn't attract attention...

    While he had been quietly muttering to himself, the Air egg high on it's lofty perch began to crack. Two tiny forms spilled out; one, the larger, immediately vibrant and breathtaking. The little dragon went off to find his bonded as the smaller one. Eamon's eyes were drawn up to the loft to stare at the little dragoness. That one, the dull, tiny one...would fit him better...surely? The dragoness had shaken herself up and snorted, fluffy baby crest already up and alert. She displayed a prominent attitude straight from the shell that nurtured the twins, but she lacked of flashy coloring of her vibrant brother. Their eyes locked for a brief moment as the Air took a tentative step toward him----and fell, straight off of her high perch.

    The baby squeaked as she fell, minute lungs screeching in surprise. She hit the sand not long after and bounced, plopping back into the heated sands a little ways away. She hissed in an entirely annoyed fashion and shook herself, standing up with surreal grace for one so small. Eamon stood, rigid, unable to say anything to the Air aside from an odd confused gurgle. The fluffy mustard brown hatchling's head twisted around and she smiled, waddling right on up to him with no worse for wear after her terrifying fall from her mother's nest. She had an awkward build, walking on her back feet like a day-old waterfowl chick.

    She introduced herself as Narcissa, daughter of Air Kestrel and twin to Air Valigar with all the regality deserving of a princess. Overcome with shock, elation, and relief, Eamon gently picked her up and cleaned the sand from her damp feathers. From then on out, the two were inseparable. They ate, slept, and thought together with perhaps more closeness than what was expected of them. Narcissa taught him the ways of a proper gentleman, of compassion, and of acceptance in a new light while he shared with her the knowledge of a doctor's apprentice and of modesty. They fed off of each other's greater qualities, preserving the better and working with the worse. Following graduation, the Air team joined a wing, enlisted as Spines in the Lambent wing, serving as medicinal supply carriers and first aid response. Eamon slowly began to come out of the comatose existence and pursued a life of healing. While Narcissa was not a naturally-inclined Rosemary for such a task, she made the best of it by helping Eamon's delicate hands to the best of her ability.
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Name: Narcissa

Age: Twelve

Gender: Female

Element: Air

Appearance:
  • In stark contrast to her egg-twin Valigar, Narcissa was born in mute colors; pale, dull brown and mustard yellow feather-down that covered her oddly proportioned body. A veritable fuzzball, the vain young wyrmling appeared nothing more than an overcompensating little Air as she grew in size and mind. However, much to her rider's and hatchmate's disbelief, as the infant matured her hatchling coat fell away and what grew in place of the baby feathers was impossible to take a glancing look at.

    Her color pattern is just as difficult to describe as it is to compare it to anything in nature. A short, sloped peachy-red beak takes the place of a proper muzzle. Her crystal, a slender vertically-aligned oval rests at the base of her rounded crest, in the center of her shortened forehead. It is soft grey-white in color and is mildly reflective, like a mirror with a gentle light shined upon it. Dark, indigo-purple feathers reach back from the crystal and slope upward toward the top of her crest, fading to a rich auburn-red and back to deep indigo at the end as the feathers gently upwards behind her short neck. Toasted brown and cream hues flush her cheeks, fading slightly to white upon either side of her crest behind her round, violet eyes. A fan of very long ochre-orange feathers reach out from the bottom of her checks, the interior of which are flecked with pale brown. A single, forest green stripe of color fades to dark blue along the back of her neck and rises up to meet her lower crest. Narcissa's neck is a deep, reflective violet. Her underbelly, undersides of her first pair of wings, and tail feathers are all stark white, framed in turn by a bar of solid black. Interlocking bars of black and white line her shoulders, the innermost of whom brighten into a singular streak of cobalt blue. The dorsal side of her primary wings are hazelnut brown. Her secondary pair are bright orange, both ventrally and dorsally. Narcissa's back and overlying tail feathers are all a slate blue.

    The body beneath the svelte Mandarin plumage is just as odd as her vibrant colors. At a shoulder height of twelve feet and a total length of thirty-two feet, she is well within the smaller end of her breed's size spectrum. Large, broad wings nestle comfortably upon her back, always tucked into a neat, perfect arrangement. Her second pair sit partially above the first, creating a pair of false orange 'sails.'Instead of a quadrupedal method of locomotion, Narcissa walks solely on her hind legs. She does posses shortened forelegs that can in fact be used to walk when heavily burdened, but mot often times these small forearms are tucked neatly away within the feathers overlying her breast. Her back legs are scaled, unlike the rest of her body, and are webbed between the four toes, along with a fine waterproofing of her feathers; a generous contribution from her Water sire's lineage.

    Narcissa is not the most graceful of Sekkai's creatures on land, dictated by an odd...waddle and large hind feet. Her body is unordinary top-heavy with a large chest cavity to house massive lungs and can at times be a bit more than awkward to work with. It doesn't seem to faze her much, however, for she conducts herself with due purpose and a strange, adapted beauty that makes her elegant in her own way. That being said, she is far more at ease in the water, taking to it like a fish and floating along for hours on end.
Personality:
  • As her name suggests, Narcissa is the embodiment of vanity. She thinks very highly of herself, and, most often times, a bit too highly. It would be one thing if she were the bland hatchling she was born as, but because of the vibrant plumes she now possesses, she knows that she is beautiful and acts appropriately. Her ego is thick and bloated to an almost painful degree, but she hides the worst of it in the form of kindness, masking her true feelings of disdain and righteousness over her people. She isn't unkind, despite the self-love she radiates. Narcissa does in fact care for the people she helps and bonds with, if only to hear them compliment and fawn over her.

    For fear of ruffling her precious feathering out of order or, by the First, having them plucked out, Narcissa doesn't partake in physical combat very often. However, all her grace and snooty nature, she’s a vicious fighter when she has to be, using brute force to pummel her foes out of the sky (especially so if they have harmed her or Her's). More often than not she can be seen waddling around as a very gentle creature, choosing instead of arrogantly flaunting her wares to take a much more subtle route. She'd rather quietly flaunt a crest-flick or an opportunistic shuffling of her wings in the right light than say, strut around like a queen. While she does think herself royalty, she wouldn't go out of her way to voice such a claim; for the most part.
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Parents
Air Kestrel x Unknown Water

Siblings
Male Air Valigar
Male Air Le Nie Faleau
Male Ice Glaucier
Male Air Wan Shi Tong

Children
By Earth Cereus
Male Earth Karst
Male Earth/Air Prometheus

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