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Ariyan Streth :: Female :: Fang; Fuega :: Female :: Fire
Topic Started: Jan 1 2014, 07:37 PM (273 Views)
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[align=center]Learn a lesson if you can
A great belief is in the heart of every man
Count your chances one by one
Choices run away then leave you rolling along

True colors fly
When others run and hide
Footprints from this road
Lead back to your old home
To the face of someone new
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Name- Ariyan ‘Ari’ Streth

Age- 24

Gender- Female

Sexuality- Heterosexual

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Appearance- Plain and neutral might be the first thing that you think when you first look at Ari. She’s not eye catching, though she is pretty in her simplicity to the eyes of some. Standing at a midpoint of what most would consider the height for most women, she clocks in at about five feet and six inches, though she can manage a little higher with the proper boots on, though she hardly strives to shrink or grow her height in any way, acknowledging the hand that she was dealt, and getting on with her life. Though she was once a shade of deep time for her time spent out in the sun-drenched locations of the south and the south west, her skin has regained its original tones upon her return to the north, at a mild shade of pale pink, though it’s not uncommon for it to reach darker shades in the late spring and summer due to her habit of spending copious amounts of time outside.

Her hair is a shade of dark chestnut, though it hardly seems to change in shade, even when drenched in sunlight for long periods of time. It curls in mild waves and curls down a way past her shoulders and is often allowed to hang loose and wild on most days, though she thankfully sees the sanity and wisdom in tying or braiding it back for doing chores or when she is out and flying with Fuega, though most of the time, she enjoys it hanging freely. She likes the way that it frames her face, which is rounded and seems to lack angles. In her mind, it makes her look child-like, hence her reasoning for longer hair. To her, something about the long hair equates an image of maturity, and makes her feel that at least maybe someone will take her seriously instead of how they might handle her if it were cut short and boyish making her look more youthful and possibly like a vagabond.

Her brows are a delicate arch, as dark as her hair is, and her eyes are a shade of light caramel, that pop in comparison to the dark shades of her hair. Her nose is small and rounded and her mouth is a bit on the wide side, though her lips are full, helping to balance that out. She seems to almost always be smiling, albeit it faintly on most occasions, though it does allude to the idea that despite her shy nature when it comes to people, she might actually be a rather cheerful person to interact with overall.

Ariyan has some shape to her, she’s got a bit more to her that one might expect for a dragon rider who works such a vigorous routine to keep up with a Wing or with her own dragon. Instead of skinny, she seems to have somehow scored onto the shapely end of the board, with a bit of a tummy and wide hips, though her breasts have remained unexpectedly small, what she calls a blessing considering all the exertion she has to put herself through with Fuega, and how hard it is to compact herself into armor be it leather or metal as it is.

Outside of her regular, dragonrider-esque duties, Ari is a fan of more classical outfits, such as long dresses and looser, flowing clothes. She is no stranger to the breeches, pants, and vests that are often worn in accompaniment to the dragon-rider’s garb, and on some days often prefers these, but in a lingering sense of her old life, she does have a fondness of some of the more feminine articles of clothing, and it doesn’t help that Fuega enables this habit shamelessly. In the classical fashion of most dragon riders, Ari’s crystal is wrapped in silver wiring and is hung from a two chained necklace, a heavier linked silver cord wound about by smaller, more delicate links. The length of which allows it to hang down past her collar bones, just below the hollow of her throat. It’s a bit of an ostentatious place for it, in Ari’s eyes, but she doesn’t mind so much.

Personality-
Ari has always been an odd commodity of sorts. She’s enjoyed adventuring and figuring things out on her own, and yet despite this ability of hers to seek out her own entertainment and means of keeping herself occupied as a child, she’s always struggled with interacting with others her own age or others of her own species for that matter. Due to the nature of her father’s studies and his constant habit of picking up his roots and moving, Ari never settled in a location long enough to ever really get a handle on socializing or interacting with others her age on equal footing for that matter. There was always a language barrier or a markedly different culture that made it difficult to understand those who did often make an effort to interact with her. As it were, most of her early attempts when she was young often ended up making some sort of cultural faux pas and though she learned over time what not to do, this shame has caused her to be a more withdrawn person.

As a result of this, she’s not really one to initiate contact and seems uncomfortable with long conversation, though she’s actually not as bad at it as she’s convinced herself she is. It’s just an uncomfortable thing for her to talk to others, and she tries to back out of an interaction as fast as she can if there’s not something in it that immediately catches her attention or her eye. Most of the time, it’s the conversations that she initiates that tends to last the longest, or those that she’s pulled into by Fuega. As it is, the dragon seems to be her main way to reach some social interaction, based on the fact that, since her binding to her, Ari’s never really felt inclined to leave Fuega’s side (for reasons varying from loneliness to she figures the dragoness would get into trouble if left alone for more than a few moments). While Ari might not be a social butterfly, Fuega certainly is and draws her into conversations whether she wants it or not.

When it comes to dragons, especially her dragon, it appears that Ari manages to find a hint of some outspokenness deep within her. She’s not afraid to tell Fuega how it is, and when she needs to calm down, though she has little more than words to aim at Fuega in the cases of arguments, seeing as there is little that she can do against a massive Fire dragon, she does however, seem to have an ability to use them in such a way that Fuega at least bothers to listen to her opinion. Ari isn’t quite sure what it is about dragons, seeing as by her best guess, most of their social cues are similar to those of humans, but she feels more at ease around them, less judged. It’s odd to her that she can get along with those who aren’t of her own species rather than those who are her own, but she doesn’t really question it.

Like Fuega, she has a matching deep seated determination that rests deep within her heart. When she puts her mind to something, she puts herself forwards whole-heartedly. She takes criticism to heart and constantly tries to better herself, even going as far as to try to push past her anxieties and fears, though those sort of situations often leave her with few results and more failures more often than not. Without Fuega it is likely that she would never have taken steps towards her social anxiety or given up on them already, but Fuega keeps trying, and the dragoness own inner strength seems to offer inspiration to the young woman. As it appears, Ari seems quite empathic to those around her, and seems receptive to emotions portrayed around her taking positive ones and allowing them to help lift her up, though in the same sense, negative emotions can drag her down and make her downright miserable. The same case can be made with fear and anger, though hers can be twisted into those of her own making, such as if a crowd is in a blood rage, she may get angry too, but rather than following their object of anger, she might just get angry at the crowd for their stupidity, and if others are afraid of something, she may fear for herself or she may fear for them rather than for the object that holds their attention. Each situation varies, but the effects are nearly the same.

Rank- Fang (Upon Graduation)

History- Ariyan’s life started in a happy home of a rather interesting marriage between a noblewoman and a rather scatter-brained scholar. Though their love was a bit unorthodox in the eyes of most, they were happy with each other despite their differences, and their life was always full of surprises. After the first three years of their marriage, they were blessed with a pair of twins, which were revealed to be two little girls, both as rambunctious and full of laughter as the day was long, though time soon revealed as they grew up that they were quite different. Though their mother did her best to coax Ariyan and her sister Meela into learning to be proper and pretty it was like trying to leash a young colt, it simply wouldn’t happen until they both settled down.

By the time that they were both ten, it was a bit easier to deal with the two girls, who had spent most of their time following their father and his odd habits around like baby ducks. Perhaps it was that behavior that began the rift between Ariyan’s father and mother. She’s never really been sure of how it happened honestly, but all she remembers is that there was a day it was suddenly there. Her father had been taking long trips out to help him with his research as he wrote books and scrolls, and though it was dangerous due to the state of the war, he figured that there was no time to sit back and be careful. ‘Meek men never made history’ was one of his favorite sayings when Ariyan and Meela would ask him to stay because they were afraid that ‘the dragons would get him’.

It was during one of these excursions that Ariyan caught her mother with another man. At first she wasn’t sure what she was seeing, her mother kissing this stranger, but when she realized, she went straight to Meela. Unlike Ariyan, Meela wasn’t upset, instead, she was sighing dramatically over the fact that it was simply ‘so romantic’ that her mother had ‘found love at last’. Perhaps it was simply that Ariyan had been missing the signs all these years or that her sister, as she believed at that moment was simply thick in the head, but she knew something had gone wrong. She confronted her mother about it when her father returned home, making sure he was present for the occasion. She’d thought that perhaps her father would be able to fix it, but she was wrong. Instead, he turned ashen, and things seemed to devolve quickly from there. In the following months, the divide between the man and woman she had called ‘mother’ and ‘father’ evolved into a fissure, and it wasn’t long until her father left the home entirely. Ariyan left with him, while Meela stayed behind with her mother.

She’d always and likely always would be a daddy’s girl, so it was probably no surprise to her mother who she had chosen to go with, Ariyan still regrets the fact that she had to choose however.

Her father, though a little unused to the company and the art of raising a child, managed well enough with her care while they traveled across the southern portions of Sekkai around the deserts and the large grasslands of the Zavan Plains. Most of her father’s research centered on the tribes that lived there independently, those who took no pleasure nor part in the war of the Academy versus the Tainted kind. But it was clear even as they traveled through the remnants of parts of the plains that the tribesmen had called ‘dead’ that they saw the repercussions of the battles from time to time.

More often than not, due to his inability to understand how to raise a child, much less a young girl, Ariyan was left to her own devices. In his defense, he thought that possibly while they lived amongst the tribes that she would find others of her own age and interact and socialize with them, even going so far as to teach her a few words and phrases before allowing her to go off on her own and build her own start from there. It wasn’t as easy as Ari thought it would be however, and it soon became clear that over time, it was just something she wasn’t cut out to do. After a time, she simply stopped trying at all, and went off to do her own exploring and invent her own games. Though she often couldn’t speak the languages, she did find herself with the same fascination as her father over the cultures and stories of every tribe, and would often talk to those ambassadors the tribe had who spoke her language for hours on end.

By the time that she was twenty, her father had finished his research, and they had found their way back to Lihn. Her mother and her sister were in the city somewhere, though it was likely they were in the inner circle of the city, somewhere that it appeared that Ariyan and her father with their meager income no longer had access to. Though he was certainly valued for his skill as a scholar and often approached by members of the Academy and their dragons for his work, they had little in the means of coin and often moved from place to place rather than had a solid home. Ari didn’t mind this so much however, as in a strange way she was used to it with her father’s wandering tendencies of following the tribes as they migrated to chase rain and game appeared to have rubbed off on her somewhere in the process.

It was only when she encountered her sister in the market with her husband on her arm that she realized something about her behavior was odd. She watched them from afar, realizing just how differently their lives had turned out. Her sister was married to a handsome man in gilt wear, eyes following them wherever they walked, attracted by the delicate shimmer and shine of their clothing, and she stood blending in with the masses in her roughspun dress and her simple looks, single and uninteresting.

A longing for something more stirred in her then. A want for adventure that felt like a throwback to the days of her youth when she’d explored high dunes and climbed scraggly trees on the plains or the rare occasions when she’d chased cattle herds with the village children when she’d felt accepted once or twice. But there were no opportunities to climb sand dunes here, and it was certainly not seemly for a young woman to climb trees or chase cattle with children. The hope sank, and with it, that lingering sense of her childhood slipped through her fingers.

It was only months later when she heard the yearly outcry once again that the notion struck her. The Academy. The dragon riders. That was certainly not something she would have ever considered, but a part of her shouted out in joy that yes, yes this was the opportunity I was waiting for. Something brave and adventurous. This is me!. Besides, she managed to reason with herself, the war was over, and it had been over for almost a year. Things were settling back down and being a part of the Academy didn’t necessarily mean that she had to try to bond to a dragon. Some civilians, after all were scouts, and others simply scholars that found information and research for a living, such as her father did. With luck, perhaps she could ingrain herself in that sort of a place without much fear for her safety but have a future assured.

As it was, a misunderstanding found it’s way into her arrival, and rather than being sent to live within the Academy as an assistant to aid with research for one of their scholars, she was enlisted as a Candidate. Though the notion struck her as wrong, an accidental farce, there was that same overriding sense of anxious joy that said something about this misunderstanding wasn’t just a wrong stroke of the pen, but possibly fate. Imagine what sort of stories one could tell from the perspective of a candidate after all? What sort of information and research would she gather from the sands when she went to the Touching and learned the lessons from the candidate masters? What would it be like to stand on the sands before the mighty Kazuko and to know what it was like to be turned away by her? After all, Ariyan firmly believed that she would be turned away.

Admittedly it came as a shock when on the fateful day of the Hatching, rather than things going her way to allow her to complete the end notes of her short memoirs as a candidate, she was instead blessed with the opportunity of bonding when Kazuko placed her crystal in her hand, and sent her to stand with the others. Dazed, confused, and unsure, she could only watch in alarm and fascination as the first egg shell near exploded to life, erupting with the zeal and fervor of the young Fire dragoness that had resided within. As it turned out, this was Ariyan’s partner, Fuega.

To say that lessons were interesting would be a vast understatement. Fuega seemed to call attention to herself at all points, which didn’t help with Ariyan trying to learn to adapt to this new creature that she had become ‘dragon-rider’ certainly hadn’t been in her future plans for herself, so learning how to be one was a foreign concept. Fuega charged forth into anything she was placed into, and left Ari often scrambling to catch up, though it seemed that after a time, as they spent their first year together and Ari began to adjust, that Fuega learned to match her pacing a bit to allow them both to walk side by side in their learning curve rather than Fuega dashing head first and leaving Ariyan scrambling to chase after her and help her.

They both seemed to have what the other needed after all. Ariyan had a level head and patience to help coax Fuega into knowing when was the best time for her to act and react, and Fuega had the spunk and determination to help Ariyan overcome obstacles that might have caused her to balk and never move forth to begin with. When the time came for them to both graduate, there was little doubt that the two of them had matured in their time together, and they set forth from there. Though there was some trepidation on Ariyan’s part about fighting in general, with Fuega’s good natured coaxing and her convincing that due to the war ending there was little to fear, they signed up to join the Academy’s ranks as Fangs, due to Fuega’s smaller size for a Fire and her quick, agile form. Though Ariyan would have greatly preferred to settle back as a pair of scholars, Fuega didn’t have the patience for such matters, and Ariyan felt more like a follower than a leader, and allowed her dragon the reins in the final decision-making. Life then proceeded from there. As a fully graduated dragon pair, the world was theirs.

Pet(s)- None, Fuega demands all attention, no time for silly things like ‘pets’.

The Dragon

[align=center] At first sight I felt the energy of sun rays
I saw the life inside your eyes

So shine bright tonight, you and I
We’re beautiful like diamonds in the sky
Eye to eye, so alive
We’re beautiful like diamonds in the sky
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Name- Fuega

Age- 1

Gender- Female

Element- Fire

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Height: 23 feet Length: 102 feet Wingspan: 238 feet[/align]

Appearance- From the moment she stepped foot from her shell, it was clear that Fuega was graceful, sleek, and exceptionally streamlined for a Fire dragon. Rather than bulky and muscular, she is more willowy and svelte, her form curved and appealing to the eye, though her smooth form is interrupted at intervals by sharp curved spines that extend from parts of her head and neck as well as behind the hollow of her shoulders to the high arch of her rump. At the beginning of these scales along her spine, her crystal, an oval of brown and cream jasper is nestled, just after where a saddle would sit. Overall, Fuega’s body is a warm array of umbers and burnt reds, akin to burning wood, lightening to brighter oranges in places where her odd spined scales are assembled and near the tips of her wings.

As it turns out, the odd conglomerations of spines upon her body are actually elongated and flexible scales that the dragoness can raise and lower of her own volition, made more obvious of their locations by their brighter, more orange coloration. When lifted, they exude intense heat made obvious by the shimmering air that escapes as well as the occasional puff of ash and smoke, though it appears that whatever burns within the dragoness is overall a smokeless fuel unless she is ill or exhausted. These strange furnace-like vents run along the top of her head to halfway down her neck as well as along the sides of her ribs and the line of her spines. There are also larger vents along the side ends of her tail, though it could be argued that these with their larger size are more useable as weapons for both bludgeoning.

Either for venting or for bludgeoning, it is clear that these opening and shutting vents are dangerous to any would-be attackers that attempts to grab ahold of Fuega. Though it requires some effort to expel whole gouts of flame from these vents, Fuega is capable of increasing the heat and pressure from these vents enough that not just hot air and ash escape, but whole jets and tongues of flame that can burn and damage anyone who happens to be too close. The jets of flame that escape from the lines of her ribs are intriguingly the most powerful, leading to the thought that perhaps it is a demonstration of the Fire breed’s ‘inner fire’. It is certainly located in the proper location, and interestingly enough, in the dark, even with her vents shut, there is an undoubtedly warm inner light that seems to escape from these hollows that causes Fuega to glow with a warm orange light through the scales on her ribs, from the end of her tail, and from her head.

Her legs are long and slender, complimenting her sleek frame, and though they appear to lack much stabilizing musculature, they are unexpectedly good for running lengths of distance should the dragoness find herself grounded or in a location where flight would be impossible.

In accompaniment to her umber and orange coloration, offsetting her vibrant flame colored eyes are her strange flaxen markings, appearing almost tribal in their nature. Bands of color wrap around her front limbs just above her wrists and ending just before her elbow in strange triangular patterns. The same treatement is given to her back limbs, though these appear to be circling bands at odd angular convergences of each other rather than triangular in nature, occurring up the arch of her digigrade foot and ending before her ankle actually begins. These odd marks appear yet again upon both of her wings along the leading and trailing edges. The leading edge upon the actual arm that supports her membrane holds small, tooth-like markings, angled back towards her wing tips. Her trailing edge holds more angled, flame-like patterns that arc and dance like imagined flames


Personality- Charming, Competitive, Feisty, Proud

Fuega when first encountered, appears to be everything one might find desirable in a female of most species. She is flirtatious, smooth, and charming. She knows how to use her words and her body language in a way that appears altogether alluring when it appears she might not even be trying, from the way that she holds herself to her apparent easiness when it comes to things like flattery and compliments. Each time she tips her head or moves her body, she seems aware of the subtle changes and how it might draw the eye. This has created a slight streak of vanity within the dragoness, as she does enjoy attention from time to time, and it can often lead to her moving just to break a static stance so she can return eyes to herself, whether it be with the shuffle of a wing, changing her stance to capture the light correctly, or giving a nudge to that inner fire of hers that allows her to give off her unique otherworldly glow in certain lighting.

As it is, this need for attention can often carry over in such a way that Fuega becomes indignant when others garner the spotlight rather than her. This leads her to pushing her way forwards and shouldering others aside so that she can be the best of the bunch. Such as it is, this can result in her aiming for first place in just about anything, whether it was her lessons or within a wing, this need to shine in the spotlight can often put her in dangerous situations if she’s not careful with her need to show that she is better than some. Ari presses her for discretion and an understanding that perhaps she doesn’t need to be the best at everything, only some things, so this assists in cutting her back on some occasions, but on most, it is hard to rein Fuega in due to the fact that she is such a fiery and free spirit.

In the way that many Fire dragons are, Fuega is fierce and spirited. She likes things done her way and she likes to prove she is strong and capable, even if it means putting herself into danger to do so. She has a fierce temper to go with that strange inner flame that burns within her, and any time that she’s kicked down, she’ll push herself back up again. She refuses to lay down and quick, and no matter how much she’s kicked around by others, she always has a retort, always seems to find a scrap of energy somewhere and push herself back to her feet and try again. She has too much pride and sense of self-worth to allow herself to just step back and fade out. If she goes down, she’s going to go down in a blaze of glory, not fizzle out.

She has an odd habit it seems, possibly picked up from bits and pieces drifting from her rider's mind across their bond, of inserting strange phrases of a desert language* into her sentences from time to time. She believes this adds an air of zest and mystery to her and her phrases, drawing attention and curiosity, though it seems that this is lost on most people aside from other scholars and her rider who understands most of what she's saying.

*The 'strange language' is Spanish

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