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Tejani Ma'heen - Female - Wyrmling ((Retired)); Forest Larkspur
Topic Started: Jul 18 2013, 03:45 PM (283 Views)
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[align=center] Holy water cannot help you now
Thousand armies couldn't keep me out
I don't want your money
I don't want your crown
See I've come to burn your kingdom down

Holy water cannot help you now
See I've come to burn your kingdom down
And no rivers and no lakes can put the fire out
I'm gonna raise the stakes, I'm gonna smoke you out [/align]


Character Number- 8th

Name- Tejani Ma’heen

Age- 21

Gender- Female

Sexuality- Heterosexual

Appearance-
  • Born to the edge where grasslands wilt in the sweltering heat at the fringes of desert sands, Tejani is no fair skinned, porcelain beauty. Every inch of flesh is tinted with a deep-set tan, several hues darker than what her innate copper tone would display with its natural reddish cast. Her palms seem to be the only slightly paler gradient, but even these are masked by a constant flexing of hands, an old habit that often precedes her building temper, once reined by this gesture by obligation. Her build is full, rounded with gentle curves which soften the severity of her skin until an onlooker raises their gaze from figure to face.

    Tejani’s facial planes are hewn from a gemcutter’s blade, all angles and hard edges faceted around her ovular skull. Piercing eyes colored from polished redwood glare steadily over an evenly chiseled nose, observing everything within their vicinity with critical judgment. Voluptuous lips, barely a shade or two more rose than her complexion, peel back to often times reveal bared teeth in standoffish grimace or grinding displeasure. The rarely rewarded smile is a scarce sight to behold with this firecracker of a woman.

    Curtains of frothy coal black fall in gentle waves around her face. These tresses fall to mid-back, the lackluster locks dulled from years spent under the southern sun with ends split and fraying more often than not. This weathered façade she carries is juxtaposed with her past life’s love of frivolity in the way she adorns herself and dresses. Expensive silks, furs, jewelry and other assorted finery in a vibrant array of hues are never shortchanged in her wardrobe. The unscrupulous eye may see a passing figure of distant royalty judging from the state of her attire, but more prying eyes will find the scornful wolf beneath the cashmere sheep’s wool she allows to cover the sight of ignorant masses.

    Out of all her collected treasures and trinkets she interchanges between on a daily basis, the most valued is the best hidden and constantly carried. A slender, gold leaf paged journal she had custom crafted for her growth as an apothecary and experimental recipes thereof was a commissioned gift to herself, but not simply as a prestigious tome. The binding and covers were spun with a resilient mixture of materials, then dyed in obsidian so pitch the material seems to vacuum away any light that dare touch its surface. Set in the upper center of the front cover with artisan’s expert inlay is Larkspur’s twin crystal, the glittering amethyst star that sealed her draconic bond to the stunning Forest by her side.
Personality-
  • Despite standing at a mere 5’1”, she by no means will let her presence go uncounted. A girl that had started her young life naïve and cheerful with daydreams, fantasies of a fairytale lifestyle which she inevitably grew into and fell violently out of, now stands on opposite end of the spectrum in the world today. Time and travesty has seen fit to tear away the façade of perfection and unmask her underlying persona for the world to witness in all its broken, twisted infamy. Stripped forcefully of her peaceful views in one fell swoop, the Tejani that stands her ground today is a raw depiction of what would have taken decades of steady decay to unveil had ignorance remained her own fabricated bliss.

    Where once stood a lady of measured courtesies and carefully tamed temper, now presides a tigress granted freedom from the fallacy of a golden cage. She carries the same harsh ferocity as an aggressive beast, defending her stances and attacking any potential threats without hesitation. This confrontational attitude does little to gain Tejani allies, often severing any potential for support outside her own before the seed of thought can be planted in an outsider’s mind. It’s no silent attack from her lips or fists either. She’s not afraid of becoming boisterous in her overtly forward plowing through a problem.

    This roughshod and against-the-grain approach to the present is further fueled by her vindictiveness. Every day passed with her monstrous ex-husband alive and well is another day that singes her heart a bit blacker, the drive to bring his world crumbling down and seeking a constant source of distraction keeping her alive and moving on to see the next day’s dawn. Her unwieldiness is only equal in measure to her ambition. The striving to improve her skills in the art of brewing and creation with apothecary recreation even with her brief interaction with it is proof of her loyalty to an inspiring idea. Viewed as a weakness and a strength is her rapacious attributes, be it with materialistic treasure or yearning for obscured goals, her lust for such thrills remains as bright as her fury’s eternal flame.

Rank- Wyrmling

History-
  • Tejani’s life started much the same as with anyone within her clan, full of hot summer days spent beneath the scorching sun of the plains barely north of the far southern deserts. Despite the occasionally pressing times of scarce game to hunt or goods to trade, her people lived a prosperous lifestyle with enough cooperative effort between the small village’s families. Food was rationed with care, fresh water monitored and cautiously distributed, and wealth was a mere mirage in the outlying desert’s dunes.

    Unfortunately for Tejani, her late childhood was accompanied with the seeded avarice for riches beyond her family’s humble reach. This dreamscape fantasy that molded her youth was tolerated in its whimsical improbability by her parents, allowing the adolescent her intangible freedom of thought while she grew up with other children in the enamored play of princess-in-the-castle. With the constant allure of dreams and desires weaving into her every reverie, it was almost a miraculous dream come true when a traveler passed into her village shortly before her eighteenth birthday.

    Tired, hungry and travel-worn, the stranger was accepted into the community as a guest. Fed and washed, the man cleaned up marvelously, a dark-haired prince with eyes the perfect mixture between pale azure and rich jade that captured Tejani’s attention instantaneously. The outsider named himself Konran, choosing to take the village’s offer of resting and recovering before setting off on his last leg of travel. His mingling was fluid with the foreign culture, relaxed and quietly confident as he stole glances at the late teen that was less than subtle in her watchful appraisal of him and his spotlessly groomed stallion.

    A few weeks later, on her eighteenth birthday, the pair had grown inseparable with Konran constantly doting and lavishing Tejani with affections. His surprising proposal of marriage at sunset was as unexpected as it was perfectly novel for the fantasy-entranced young woman. Besotted and her life’s yearning for an affluent existence offered up on a silver platter, she was swept away to her newlywed husband’s estate a month after meeting him, believing herself unable to be happier.

    For years her utopia’s bubble cradled her in comforts, from expensive oils slicked into her hair with their spicy scents to the overflow of tailored attire custom crafted just for her. It was a flawless transition, despite her husband’s constant travels abroad for what he merely waved aside as “monotonous work” that she’d strike little interest in if he were to explain the finer details therein. She often found herself alone aside from the staffing of the remote castle, left to the treasures and trinkets showered upon her during Konran’s brief visits between travels.

    Perhaps her favorite endowment was a filly from his most prized stallion’s bloodlines, a gorgeous buckskin Andalusian she raised and helped to break. Matched in headstrong temperament, the woman and her young mare deemed “Mirage”, derived from the shifting dune’s illusions she grew up around, made a surprisingly cohesive pairing. The year seemed to flit by at an unyielding pace, ushering in the barren winter season with little remorse, and along with it turning Tejani’s tide from favorable to foul in the blink of her cowed eyes.

    Their marriage had been consistent, Tejani’s growing agitation at her elusive lover masked with the clinching of teeth in drawn smiles and balling of fists beneath billowed velveteen sleeves. These irksome slights coupled with an inching homesickness decayed her own delusions of life’s perfection, balancing her precariously on the edge of a knife, and waiting for the soft breath of whispering winds to blow her astray. Sure enough, those rumors found her in the form of hushed words exchanged between her husband and a supposed business partner, a woman of equally dark hair and brilliantly entrancing eyes, catching a cryptic exchange in regards to needing a clean slate to their names and need to collect their stores of honey whilst clearing away proof of the caretaking bees.

    The parting words between the unannounced twin siblings came from Konran, a simple, indifferent utterance of “I’ll fetch the wife, little sister, you see the rest is taken care of...discreetly, of course.” Intuition and instinct overruled material attachment, almost unwittingly carrying the hidden Tejani out with wings on her heels towards the stables as quickly and quietly as she could manage. Mirage was already in her tack, ready for their usual daily wandering but quickly brought to speed as they sped away from the grounds, making fast for the trail leading to where the fleeing bride once called home.

    What awaited her as she cantered into the wreckage of her village was a ghost town, evidence of the massacre drying in congealing crimson puddles where bodies had once been. Not one corpse was left to identify or offer clues of who or what had seized the settlers, only the haunted silence left to inhabit the forsaken daughter’s inner ear. Turning Mirage against the setting sun’s baleful rays, Tejani took flight from yet another place she’d long called home, recklessly storming northeast in the frenzied hope of escaping her family’s fate by outdistancing what could only be her husband’s orchestrated handiwork.

    To this day she can’t quite recall her pathway that lead her to the Academy, the haze of rage that spread its warm veil over her eyes, over her thoughts, and let that fury rise to a boil within. Within the Academy she tentatively settled, offering help with the healers, learning the art and falling into grim fascination of apothecary’s work, but even the distraction of apprenticeship did nothing to sate her bloodlust. Pain, a thirst for vengeance and the numb disassociation of caring for her own life’s worth drove her towards candidacy with the dark desire of a pact with a beast strong enough to tear down Konran’s barricading walls and do unto him what she was certain he’d wrought upon her.

    The fateful, stormy night left the egg-scattered sand an ominous stage as Kazuko’s humming failed to reach the deafened ears of the slumbering fortress, calling the candidates and observers with the improvised beacon of lights offered by the elemental masters. Tejani found herself blinking wearily at an indigo star crystal, glinting promisingly under the outlandish orbs of multicolored light cast from the dragons’ varied powers. It was a drawn out event for the mixed-emotional plainswoman, watching shell after shell crack but the dragons wander around her sinuous figure to find who held their own matched gemstones.

    Convinced of another cruel jest at her own expense by the hands of fate, Tejani turned to leave the sands as the hatching wound to a close, the last egg beginning to crack beneath its assailant’s slowly cresting efforts. The crowd’s awed gasps caused her to turn, to see the spectacle of the young Forest flaring her scales in a dazzling display before attempting to lope outside the crowd’s rapt attention, coming to a halt before her own feet with the fleeting display of the twin to Tejani’s crystal embedded in her dainty ankle. It was here the first glimmer of potential to escape the horrors of her life’s regrettable revulsions, here were the first seed of hope was sown.
Pet(s)-
  • Mirage – Mare – Buckskin Andalusian Horse

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    Willful, Energetic, Showy
The Dragon

[align=center]Let them say we're crazy
We've got nothing more to prove
Watch from the edge of this whole city
As it crumbles to the ground for you
It's all for you
And yes, I'd do it all again
There's nothing like a new beginning
As it rises from the ashes of an end
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Name- Larkspur

Age- 1

Gender- Female

Element- Forest

Appearance-
  • Hardly a wisp of a hatchling, it’s no wonder Larkspur will only grow to 36’ in length and stand at the trifling height of 9’. Significant litheness and willowy build make this Forest one of the smaller of her breed’s average, a trait merely embossed by the sleekness of her slender frame. A narrow, vulpine-shaped head rests on her elongated neck with enlarged canines customary to her element’s design curving their way past her lower jaw. Larkspur’s eyes mimic a pair of finely crafted emeralds, sparkling with intelligent life beyond the facets of verdant color.

    Set along the edge of cranium and jaw are what appear to be a tangling assembly of bleached tree roots that compose the makeup of her impressive rack of horns. Pale ivory in color and lacking a polished gleam, they seem dull in comparison to the coat of vibrant, shimmering scales that lay trimly along her supple body. The majority are dipped in the richest of violets, gleaming with likened iridescence. Along the entirety of her spine creeps a strip of rich cyan, stitching the neighboring scales to soften the transition from blue topaz into the ocean of saturated amethyst.

    Further segmenting the regal coloring with further use of cool tones are the green socks that each leg sports, gradually fading from the leafy green at her dainty feet and ankles to the sea foam that washes into branching, root-like array along her sides and crawl up her neckline. While the underwhelming yet silky elegance her patterned scales create lying smooth and unadorned against her hide can seem entrancing in color but lacking in design, those glittering miniature platelets hide her dangerously gorgeous signature attribute well.

    A simple shake of her body or flexing of tension in the muscles underlying her light armor coat send the clusters of petal-like scales blooming outward as a rose unfolding it’s grandeur to the morning light. What once was a flashy but under-adorned dragoness takes shape into a ruffled spectacle of floral sensation. Stunning as this trait is, the thorns are masked by the unfolding flower’s marvel. Every scale, from high standing crest atop her crown to the leaflets at her heel, carries a honed border capable of slicing skin nearly as effortlessly as a Razor’s quills. Often times the amethyst star can become hidden in the bristled scales of her hind leg’s inner left heel, cocooning the precious crystal in a natural defense when necessary to mask its visibility.
Personality- Gentle, Misanthropic, Astute
  • Larkspur tends to be the deep, tranquil pool of crystalline water compared to Tejani’s enraging, consuming flame. Unwilling to stand in the spotlight, she tends to shy behind her chosen’s shadow to avoid unwanted attention amidst a crowd, often trying in vain to obscure her attractive trove of gleaming scales. This drive for seclusion reflects in her misanthropic views on any human outside of Tejani. This Forest finds humans untrustworthy, a sentiment only encouraged from what she unravels from the past of her bonded. Further filtering into her criticism of people and preference to draconic counterparts, Larkspur bears an instinctually sharp sense of a person’s character.
     
    Astute and subject to judgments preceding an excess of time spent to accurately concur with her own intuition, she often will draw out another’s character before they’ve hardly had a chance to speak. Even with the disdain of being placed under the microscope of others, she will always appear as a gentle creature. Prone to a soft-spoken inflection and petite, light-footed steps, everything about this young dragoness is ethereal, hedging on timidity. She may prefer solitude alongside her human counterpart but would never use a heavy hand to depart from engaged company, more likely to give Tejani subtle nudges and posturing signals outside of their emotional bond to express her discomfort and desire to depart.
Hatching-

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Only final egg remained, a small mossy shell, half-hidden from view, only slightly less inconspicuous now that the Hatching was winding down. It was almost reluctantly that the egg began to move, a few lethargic wiggles finally giving way to a more paced attempt at escape. Shivers and tremors ran the length of the shell, small cracks gradually beginning to fissure the surface, though so slowly it was almost impossible to see. Only the constant movement of the egg was working to free the hatchling within, gradual process shown as the first fleck flaked away, drifting to the ground like some forlorn flower petal. It was almost impossible to see the ever-widening cracks upon the dark shell until a large split rent the egg nearly in two, tiny paws pushing through to scrabble at the meager opening. A few more moments and the dragon within was working to free itself successfully, chipping away until there was finally a hole large enough to drag its lithe body through.

The Forest hatchling was tiny, an unbelievably slender and delicate thing, looking so fragile that she might drift away in the slightest breeze. Tendrils of green wove up from the solid socks that covered her feet, crawling upon her strangely shaped scales like vines, seeking to engulf the blue and purple of the rest of her hide. Purest purple, striped with an attractive blue upon her spine, made her shine like a jewel, though she otherwise appeared rather...plain. Her shimmering emerald eyes were, of course, enchanting, as was the strange complex fan of her horns, as though ancient and bleached tree roots sprouted from her skull, though otherwise she was a simple, if not elegant creature.

Until she shook herself.

The simple gesture, meant to clear the last clinging remnants of egg gunk from her body, flared her scales in a way that they were arranged like petals, clustered together to flared out about her, the edges winking dangerously, sharp and menacing, increasing her size ten fold, if only for a moment. She hesitated, head twisting to stare at the spectacle she had created, twisting and turning this way and that to admire her petal-like folds. She seemed unable to hold them up for long, unfortunately, whatever muscles that controlled the flex and subtle bend of those shelves eventually collapsing back against her body, the muscles too unused to hold up without training. She blinked, once again back to her normal self, though seemingly surprised until she remembered the task at hand and turned back to the Candidates who remained. Only one had a crystal and she knew that one to be hers.

With a certain elegance, the Forest hurried forward, shying away from the curious glances, intent only on reaching hers, not at all wishing to linger under the scrutiny of her peers. She scarcely cared for attention, much preferring anonymity, something that she realized could only be obtained by finding her rider as quickly as possible so that she may depart. She all but skidded to a stop before her chosen, turning slightly to display the rich purple star decorating her right heel, head dipping slightly in greeting before she announced herself. "Mine, my own. I am Larkspur, yours now, yours forever. I beg you, may we depart? We have much to discuss, but not here, not amongst prying eyes..." She nodded her head towards the exit, pressing against Tejani urgently, uncomfortable with all the attention they were gaining.

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Larkspur
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(Forest Adirondack x Sonic Hertz)
Gentle, Misanthropic, Astute
Tejani, 20, Female (Nimirra)

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