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Jaster Thane :: Male :: Scale; Muiredach :: Male :: Glass
Topic Started: Jul 17 2013, 04:24 PM (244 Views)
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Character Number- My Lucky Number (….15…-scuffs shoes-)

[align=center]I always thought that I knew
I'd always have the right to
Be living in a kingdom of the good and true

And so on
But now I think I was wrong
And you were laughing along
And now I look a fool for thinking you were on my side
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Name- Jaster Thane

Age- 22

Gender- Male

Sexuality- Heterosexual

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Appearance-
It would be relatively easy to see why Jaster cuts a rakish figure. The man, though young, it is apparent that his old lifestyle, as well as the new that he has found within the Academy and alongside his dragon has been beneficial to him. He had long since stopped growing by the time that he became a wyrmling, standing at a casual height of six foot one, at least when he decides to stand up straight. The man has a decidedly elegant slouch when he’s standing around, giving him a devil-may-care sort of appearance that at the same time still manages to look proper. The man is made of wire and gristle. His times serving his task master as well as doing the work of a wyrmling around the Academy and the allotted and impromptu ‘training sessions’ with Muiredach darkening his skin and developing his muscles into corded power that makes him appear sleek and agile like a big cat.

His face is ruggedly constructed, with a squared jaw and high cheekbones. A partially aquiline nose is set over a thin mouth that seems quite partial to smirks or crooked smiles. His jaws demonstrate a relatively careless look at his own personal grooming, often slightly stubbled, and even when shaved, still looking apparent with the dark bristles that grow from his cheeks, starting at the barely there sideburns and continuing around his face and even to his circle around his mouth and beneath his nose. If he ever decided to give it a shot, it’s clear the man could grow an impressive beard, but he’d rather remain clean shaven. He finds it more to his liking, and feels it’s ‘all the better to show off with, my dear’.

Matching the dark stubble, his hair is the same shade of black. It’s kept only a few inches long, and is usually trimmed shorter along the sides of his head, and kept longer upon the top. This usually ends up with his hair getting wind-tossed or looking relatively unkempt and tousled. Surprisingly, even when the effect isn’t natural, Jaster tends to put some effort into making his hair look that way, finding the style to his liking. A sort of relaxed, and easy-going look that works well for him. Beneath dark brows, he’s got steel-grey eyes. Though the man finds it commonplace to flirt, or appears to be open with most people, his eyes are always veiled. The steel grey windows to his soul shut and barred. If it weren’t for the advantage that Muiredach has on him with their bond, he doubts even his own dragon would be able to get a read on him.

For a military man, Jaster seems to have the rebellious look down pat. He slouches. His hair appears ruffled. He even took the part of a dogmatist further with a stud pierced into his left ear. Luckily, he at least didn’t take such an ostentatious approach with Muiredach’s crystal, keeping it in the traditional location of a wrapped pendant around his neck.

As most find it, it appears that the man just really takes joy in the finer, more casual things of life. Easy going dress, low-stress maintenance of himself, and a few other things that might involve flirtation and women. But that contradicts itself with his training with his dragon. Despite his appearance, if one looks, they can guess that there may be more to this man than meets the eye, even if they’ll never see it.

Personality- Reckless, Rakish, Loyal, Sly, Stubborn, Two-Faced
First glance, Jaster may seem quite the womanizer. Second glance…well…okay he still looks and acts the part. But there’s more to him than just that. That’s merely the face that he likes to show the public. Like his dragon, he very much appreciates beauty, as well as the finer things in life. He just has a higher chance of being more likely to sample what the world has to offer, due to the fact that, unlike his dragon, he can actually behave in what most would deem a socially acceptable manner. The man knows his way around a conversation, and can more often than not be considered a smooth talker in every sense of the word. While he may look rough and rugged around the edges, he has sanded out his personality to the point that it appears that the man lacks any sort of abrasiveness or darker motives. At least when aimed at a pretty face.

When things aren’t suited to charming his way through whatever gets in his way, Jaster takes on a whole new persona. The man is just as ambitious as his dragon, and has the drive to get what he wants should he decide it’s in his best interest to pursue it. Stubborn to a fault with near terrifying determination, there’s been more than one occasion where the man’s decidedly poor goals have ended up with him injured due to thoughtless and rather rash decision making. As a result, it can be expected that Jaster has often been a leap before you look sort of man, who tends to need a lot of rethinking if his first plan tends to go awry…unfortunately…or perhaps fortunately…the man’s got a backup plan that tends to work very well…in most cases.

Life has taught Jaster that playing fair often times doesn’t get you what you want. Nice guys finish last, but if you’re the villain, you often get there first. For that matter of fact that he has learned through hard trial and error, he more often than not, likes to find ways to cheat the system, whether it’s subtle or downright brash. His dragon often frowns upon him for his back-handed ways of deciding how to get things done. But even Muiredach has to admit that sometimes, he can see some merit in the ways that Jaster decides to get things done. It’s not always about bending rules though. Jaster can often see the benefit of following what he’s told, for example with orders given from the top. If he actually respects his leader, he will follow them unquestioningly, and unerringly. But if he hates the bastard’s guts, you can bet he’ll find a way to get it done, but not without throwing in a little insubordination and a bit of rule bending first. This, admittedly, is a dangerous game to play, as it can result in not only putting himself and his dragon in danger, but others as well. It’s most likely only a matter of time before Jaster comes to that realization as well.

As it very well sounds, Jaster can be relatively finicky in who he places his faith in. He can appear to have friends, true enough. Just as well as he can have female ‘friends’ who he tends to flirt with or even the occasional fling if it suits him at the time and they’re willing. But there’s very few people he puts all his cards on and all his trust in. It’s those people that he is unerringly loyal to. Those people who know more about him, and he drops his more flirtatious persona to reveal the more troubled man beneath. In all truth, Jaster is actually relatively cynical, and bitter. He doesn’t really appreciate what the world has done to him so far, and he is truly more apt to bending the rules than one would initially believe. He’d definitely be considered more towards the ‘chaotic’ part of the spectrum than he would be considered ‘good’ or even ‘neutral’.

Most of the time, what he says and does is holds barred. He doesn’t let loose as much as he appears to, and finds that his time with Muiredach is better spent, as it gives him a vent to some of his pent up emotions. Perhaps in some way, Muiredach had caught on to his bonded’s underlying stress and strain and involved him. Either way, the exercise and exertion he undergoes helps him to keep a cool head, even when he’s playing the fool or offering a charming smile to a pretty girl.

Rank- Scale in undecided Wing. (When Lessons are completed)

History-
Lowly beginnings seems to be commonplace for most that the Academy finds suiting to the needs of their newborn dragons. Jaster was no different from that majority. He was born to a couple that lived in the outskirts of Lihn, helping to provide the means to support the vast city. Their crops were frequently sold to the capital city, as well as was often bartered with Sekkai’s own Academy to feed their troops and sometimes their dragons when the family had livestock that they could afford to lose.

He was a child of a large family. A household shared with his grandfather, parents, two older brothers, and one younger sister. As a youngster, Jaster shared a room with his two brothers, while his sister had her own small space, as did his grandfather, who slept in the loft of the barn. All members of the family worked to help make ends meet, and to attempt to stretch it farther so that they had a little extra money for each season to expand. With several tens of acres of land to tend to, upkeep in their investments felt as if it was a near constant task. Yet even with their own duties to attend to, the family often found time to provide aid where others needed it.

An example of this, and quite possibly the reason that Jaster’s life leaned in the direction it did, was the seasonal gathering of the Academy’s own farmlands. In accompaniment to the staff that aided them with their crops every year, volunteers from nearby farmlands often flocked in to assist, if only for the chance to get a closer look at the dragon riders and their fabled steeds that they had only ever seen from afar. For Jaster’s parents, it was merely about repaying a debt. Helping those who had protected them and their lands for near a decade and a half, and, though they had lost once before, had arisen again, to prove that good could not be wholly vanquished by evil.

For his brothers, it was a chance to prove themselves, potentially find themselves under scrutiny of the recruiting militia, or perhaps even a potential candidate amongst the ranks of the dragon riders. As for Jaster himself, he saw it as merely another day of work. And it was unpaid work at that! His parents may have been willing to sacrifice their time to pay back the knights of the Academy, but he saw little use in it. He had seen the struggle and hard work it had taken to keep their farm going. It had been a project his grandpa had begun in his life time, and now it had passed on to his father. His father was already talking about passing it on to his sons as well. The life of a farmer was not glamorous, and it was full of hard work, and took dedication. While Jaster could respect that as a profession, he just wasn’t sure if it was what he wanted.

During the harvest season of his fifteenth year, he worked in the fields of the Academy and watched from afar as soldiers and wyrmlings alike finished their drills for the day, and leaning on his rake, he could only sigh and wonder what it was like if he had ever been given the opportunity to attain greatness. His elder brothers had already found something in their lives to give their time to. The eldest had already gotten married, started a family of their own, and garnered their own land nearby his families farm with some of the money offered from both sides of the conjoining couple. His second oldest brother had entered the militia of Sekkai already. Jaster decidedly longed for that opportunity as well.

Fate seemed to lend an ear to his pleas. Jaster’s brother found his family working in the fields one day, on a brief break from his daily regime to come and say hello. He spent a few hours with his brother, walking the grounds of the Academy, and lent an ear to his younger brother and his woes. More amused than he was concerned, he vowed to do something about it, much to Jaster’s puzzlement.

His brother made good on his vow, as by the end of the week, Jaster found himself offered a place as a squire for one of the knights of Sekkai’s ground troops. It seemed too good to be true. And unfortunately as he would come to find, it really was. Too excited by the opportunity placed before him to know quite what he was getting himself into, the boy, with encouragement from his parents, left home to dwell within the Academy under the tutelage of the knight who would be his liege. For three years, Jaster served without realizing what he had gotten into, diligent and humble as any man ever was, and learning all he could about what it would mean to be of such high standing when he attained the same rank someday himself.

Unfortunately, as luck would have it, someone saw fit to shatter the dream. A rather cruel twist of fate had one of his fellow comrades notifying him that, though he had served faithfully, squires were merely squires unless they were of noble birth. Only nobility and their pure, blue blood had been allowed to transcend to the heights of knighthood and beyond. There was nothing to be done for him in the meantime. He had chosen his post…and he had chosen poorly.

Jaster was outraged. He had bound himself to this man for some of the best years of his life. He had devoted time and energy into a dream that had drifted away like a cloud in the desert. He had been deceived, and worse yet, it appeared as if his brother had been as well. And yet, for all of his anger, he did not lash out at the man he had been appointed to, as he had been treated fairly enough by him, at least by any squire’s standards…

However, just because he didn’t lash out at him verbally or physically didn’t mean that he didn’t show some sign of rebelliousness towards the hierarchy that had been established and the codes that barred him. Jaster became a decidedly different fellow in the years to come. More reserved in company he would have been cleverly cracking jokes with. Flirtatious and rakish with women where he had once been only courteous and polite. Bending rules. Breaking vows. Slipping in between the laws that his commanding officers and appointed officer had placed above his head as well as the others.

He had, in the eyes of his peers, become someone completely different. It was a frightening and intriguing process to watch, and when it was all said in done, he had drawn more than his fair share of negative attention. He was twenty one, insubordinate, and with a simple word from the knight he served, he no longer had a purpose in life. He was to leave the Academy. He had to find something else to do with his life.

Irate and depressed, Jaster fell into a bottle for a week, maybe more maybe less, he can’t really remember, and stayed there. He didn’t seek out his family, or his brother. Nothing. He felt like severing all his ties. Hell he felt like just upping and finding another town and making a new start there. Maybe Hellman’s Well. He could certainly find something to do with the excess of time he had on his hands now, even if it might not have been legal, it would most certainly have paid well…if he lived to see the payday.

He staggered out of a bar on a rainy night pondering exactly that. What the bloody hell am I doing with my life? It was a good question, and as he wandered aimlessly, slowly getting closer to the Academy, he would find that there would be an answer waiting for him should he decide to seek it. He had slipped onto the grounds with little more than irritated grunt as he wandered the cobbled paths. He threw an empty bottle at the walls of the barracks, more than satisfied when he heard it shatter. Throwing his head back, he laughed into the storm.

A flicker of lightning, a roll of thunder, and then his attention was caught by a strobing of light across the way. He squinted. It was the glass dome. Hatching grounds. What the bloody hell was going on in there? Uncaring, and too drunk to really come up with any excuses for why he was wandering in that direction, the man ended up stumbling into the middle of the Hatching ceremony. He’d watched as, what he labeled as a bunch of sissy do-gooder high born nobility received crystals from the Great Ghost Kazuko. He could come up with no insults for her, nor did he think it would be a good idea to sling mud at a creature who could easily cough and have the force blow him off his feet. Besides, he was angry at the people of the Academy, not the dragons.

He slid down the wall until he was sitting in the warm sands, half dozing, half dizzy and ill from the motion of all the floating orbs and spheres that lit up the sands. In his half-conscious state, he barely noticed the large pair of silver talons that leaned over him and placed something cool and smooth in his hands, which lay limp in his lap. He hardly remembered how it got there when the glimmer of it caught in the light a few moments later. He blinked down at the yellow diamond in confusion…though it was nothing compared to what was unfolding on the sands in front of him.

Had he not been deathly sure he had only drank alcohol that night and done nothing else, he would have been sure he was having a bad trip on some sort of drug that tended to get passed around in dark back alleys. A candidate was getting shot with a crossbow. A dragon was shooting flames. Someone was trying to kill a baby Celestial. He shook his head, wondering if he should vow to never drink again. Hell, he was already miserable enough, soggy, cold, covered in sand that stuck to him relentlessly, and holding some errant rock that he had probably picked up from the dirt or something…

Except…now there was a dragon. And odd green-blue dragon with a stone that looked just like the one he had. Jaster had been unable to comprehend what he was looking at, staring at the two stones and comparing them, even as the dragon introduced himself as Muiredach. He was talking about making the world more magnificent, and the man could hardly figure out the significance of what was going on.

The last thing he remember before he passed out was that he puked on the sands. Not exactly the greatest of first meetings between two new bonded. When he woke up, he and Muiredach had already been assigned a new room as well as a roommate, the Air pair Liam and Audere. He had apparently been hauled there, and his dragon said, they had been brought food. His dragon. That had taken a little bit of time and a whole lot of reiterated questions to clarify.

When he got over the initial shock, Jaster was ecstatic. He was in! He had a dragon! Hah! He had beaten the system in the best way he could ever think of. He could climb ranks unbarred now. With Muiredach, he didn’t have worry about roadblocks and ridiculous notions like pedigree. He was free to do as he wished…well…mostly…He found there were still plenty of rules and restrictions. But he also found there were plenty of ways to dance around them, as he spent most of his wyrmlinghood with Muiredach doing.

The dragon it seemed, was more than content to take backseat in the pair. Jaster was the charisma of the duo, but it appeared that Muiredach was just as much a part of the mental aspect as he was the influencer of some of his bonded’s more positive attributes as they grew.

Though Muiredach was a little leery of his rider’s ways, he could not deny that both he and Jaster’s thirst to climb as high as they possibly could lit a fire within them both that bound them together for their common goal, just as their crystal did. But whether or not this would be enough to keep them as a united force was anyone’s guess.

Pet(s)- None

The Dragon

[align=center] A tell-tale sign
You don't know where to draw the line

And why'd you say
It's just another day, nothing in my way
I don't wanna go, I don't wanna stay
So there's nothing left to say

Well for a lonely soul,
You’re having such a nice time.
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Name- Muiredach

Age- 1

Gender- Male

Element- Glass

Parents- Glass Celiostiahle x Water Mire

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By Balu![/align]

[align=center]Height: 18 feet Length: 87 feet Wingspan: 209 feet

Hatching art by Moon :: Bust by me :: Muire Bust by Chirp[/align]

Appearance- Whereas the breed standard for the majority of Glass dragons is a lithe and sleek beast, it seems that when it came to his genetic coding, Muiredach completely bypassed the build. Taking after his father, Mire, a hulking, muscular beast of a water, the Glass has been endowed with the same musculature, if only just a bit slighter. He’s built with a wide and deep chest, supported by long, strong legs, and a powerful serpentine neck to support his head. His tail is long, sleek, and whip-like, crafting a beast who, if he knows what he’s doing, could be more than capable of being a force to be reckoned with, merely with his own body alone.

Unique as any Glass ever was, Muiredach’s own finely crafted attributes begin with his face. Taking once more after his father, with touches of his mother, he seems to mirror Mire’s metallic mask, only this time the form is crafted from near opaque teal glass. With a heavy underbite an scissoring teeth that intersect and curve around the bottom and tops of his jaws, it is a frightening visage that he has little ability to manipulate aside from basic motions, such as opening and closing his jaws. The sharp points of his jaws that protrude above and below his jaws as well as at the end of his muzzle are tipped with a fine shimmering shade of gold. The beginning notifications of an accent that covers his entire form, and matches the eyes buried into the insets of his opaque mask.

The pride of every Glass dragon, his horns are both a unique and chaotic tangle. Twin sets of looping horns curl back from the base of his skull, meeting together with one sweeping forth larger than the other. Both horns are striated by lines of faint gold, but are comprised of the same opaque teal as his mask. Just beneath that, new horns sprout from his jaw-line, sweeping up with the same arc as the two more prominent horns before curling forth towards his jaws, the tips dipped in gold. These horns mimic the coloration of the rest of his body. A light, murky blue-green, like deep ocean infused with sunlight, revealing all the shades it could possibly be.

Arching up from the base of his neck in addition to his collection of horns, spines begin to grow, arching forwards in their range, and growing larger until they stop completely at the crest of his brow, where the golden diamond of his crystal is planted upon the bridge of his nose. Like the curving horns at his jaws, these are the same shade of clear blue-green, with the vaguest of accents of gold. Both the sets of spines and the horns have dangerously sharp points that seem to naturally grow that way. Just like shards of broken glass, they easily have the capability of shearing skin and drawing blood if carelessly fiddled with. Protected by his curling mess of horns, a small set of pointed ears curves up from the sides of his skull. These can be swiveled slightly in different directions, but their range of motion is fairly limited.

Muiredach’s form seems to mimic more and more of his sire the longer you look at him. Not only does he share the mimicry of the mask upon his face, but he also seems to have developed a myriad of Water-like fins upon his frame. Upon both his front and back legs, he has accompanying fins of thing glass. They seem mostly to be decorative, nods in the direction of his heritage. The set upon his front legs begin at the wrist where the fin begins small, but expands to a large sail as it reaches his elbow and then curves off to a halt. Upon his back leg, it begins at the base of his paw and extends up to his ankle, mimicking the same growth pattern as his front limb’s. All the four fins are comprised of the same opaque teal glass as his mask, and the edges are rimmed in the fine filigree of golden glass.

Both his front and back paws appear to be cleverly crafted. The front digits are long and well jointed, with an accompanying thumb allowing for object manipulation and grasping, perfect for the craftsman Glass breed. Even his back toes appear to share the same over all design of his front feet, though they appear to be crafted more for bearing weight than potentially grasping and holding things, the dew-claw upon the back feet being less deft than the thumb-like projection upon his front paws. However, he is still quite capable of simple grasping and holding with his back toes should he ever have the need. All five toes on both front and back feet are tipped in bright gold talons, all kept sharpened and battle-ready.

The largest part of the Glass is his expansive wings. To support his muscular bulk, these sails have been crafted to be enormous. Heavy, semi-translucent sheets of skin are supported on a musculature wing-arm. Four digits support the sails upon the ‘hand’ of his wing. But oddly enough, he was born without a fifth ‘thumb’ joint to add to the collection that supports his wings. The sails stretch past the elbow of his wing joint, no final spine located there to support the sail. Instead, it curves down to his hip where it joins into an interesting addition to the Glass’ body. A dual row of sails curves down the sides of his tail, spined in lazy u shapes, until it diminishes near the end of his tail.

The last quarter of his tail is comprised of four large, sharp spines, and a fluke of opaque teal. Like the fins upon his legs, this fluke is edged in gold that fades back into the teal it’s comprised of. In accompaniment to his odd, expansive wings and the sails along his tail, this fluke, and his massive wing-span gives him intriguingly deft capability in flight, even with his heavy frame. With his tail-fin acting as rudder, it gives him as much aerial maneuverability as an Air in some cases, though his reactions and ability to change direction are not nearly as sharp in ability. Strangely enough, his excess of fins give him a good advantage in water too, though his buoyancy leaves something to be desired in that case.

Muiredach’s overall coloration is like a murky pond, or perhaps a brightly illuminated section of blue-green ocean. Spattering of algae greens, cerulean blues, and deep shadowy teals upon his neck, chest, and body all intermingle into a watery shimmering form. The colors upon his body are lightest where his anatomy is thinnest upon his wings and his sails that trail down his tail. Here, the near translucent material of his body catches the most light and shines brightest unless folded and overlapping in layers.

Personality- Ambitious, Devoted, Imaginative, Clever, Aloof

Muiredach is a Glass who, like many of his kin, seems to have an innate ability to be clever. Most Glass dragons like to put this to work with their craft. Becoming great sculptors of their element that bring many admirers. This male however, tends to use his wit in other ways, if only because he has one other trait that drives him along. Within his mind, the cogs twine and mesh, working to fuel him towards greater things in life. This dragon’s ambition, it seems, is to aim as high as he can within the Academy’s ranks. The male entertains the thoughts of someday ascending from his lowly rank of newly graduated dragon to perhaps, leading a Wing of his own someday. Perhaps even, a Shadowguarde if fate should hold it in his cards. But he knows with the lack of war to prove himself, and his own inexperience, there’s very little room for him to make such leaps and bounds at this point in his life.

Thus, the only way he can see to reach it, is through hard work. This dragon devotes himself to the training of his mind and his body. It’s an important part of his daily routine to test himself, to train himself, at least once in throughout the day. He drags his rider into his routines as well, with the explanation that it is up to them to be the best that they can be, as the world will not be handed to them on a silver platter! This is another place where his creative mind can come in handy. No day of training is exactly the same, and Muiredach is pretty sure that is one of the few things that keeps his rider from becoming bored by the whole routine that he has established. If there’s one thing that Muiredach lives for, it’s for his own rider’s happiness.

The boy he finds a challenging, and entertaining enigma. Even as his own bonded, there seems to always be a sort of line drawn between the two of them. A way that keeps him from understanding Jaster fully. But that doesn’t stop Muiredach in the least. Despite the fact that his rider might keep things from him, he cares deeply for the boy, and is whole-heartedly loyal. To him, he offers nothing but the truth. His words are never veiled, though that may often times come off as blunt to Jaster at times.

Unfortunately, with all the time he devotes to his rider, as well as his own betterment, Muiredach has wound up cutting himself off from his classmates as well as those around him. While he has done well to develop himself physically, he has no idea how to develop himself socially. As a result, he can come off as cold, or distant at the best of times. Muiredach doesn’t mean to be rude, he just…doesn’t understand social interactions, or at least not their finer points. If a dragon reacts to a particular situation, he grasps at straws to figure out the reason why. The one creature he’s been most comfortable around in his life is his rider, and he’s the one for which most personality basis and reactions are formed off of. As a result, it can create rather interesting misunderstandings. More often than not, social interaction can create an anxiety point for Muiredach, as he doesn’t quite know how to be socially acceptable and fears the failure that can come with his lack of knowledge.

But things with the Glass aren’t always so serious or so hard to grasp. The male has a great appreciation for beauty, and can find it in the little things. The way the sun shines on a tower, the fall of rain, even the way that a flower manages to grow up from between cracked cobblestone. The male doesn’t take a lot of time to be artistic, but when he does, and when he creates, it more often than not a thing of beauty. He is tedious and detail-oriented with his work, and shows all the care and devotion to what he is crafting as he does to his rider. If he had been more inclined to do so, and less apt to wishing to climb ranks of the Academy, he may have been a magnificent sculptor to be utilized.

Siblings
-Glass Dichroic (Sekkai)
-Glass Fomhoire (Taint)

Nieces and Nephews
-Earth Ubasti (Sekkai)

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