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| Amory Shadwell - Female - Civilian; + Ydre - Male - Sonic | |
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| Sayuri | Jun 16 2014, 12:44 AM Post #1 |
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Character Number. 2 Name. Amory Shadwell Age. 28 Gender. Female Sexuality. Heterosexual Appearance. [align=center] [/align]At 5'5 Amory is of average height and her penchant for swimming has left her body toned. Her skin is a nondescript, pale tint. Her facial features, while pleasantly arranged, are not memorable. In fact, physically, there is nothing particularly distinctive about Amory. You could forget what she looks like while looking at her simply because there is nothing that stands out; she is neither tall nor short, thin nor fat, she has no tattoos, no scars, not even a freckle. So too, her eyes are an even amber and her hair is neither blonde nor brunette, but a somewhat silvered brown. Despite her remarkably unremarkable nature, Amory takes great care and pride in her appearance. She uses expensive soaps and shampoos, gets flattering haircuts that can be styled in an assortment of ways depending on her job, and follows a rigorous exercise routine. She also takes the same care of her clothing; she irons her formal attire, folds her socks in pairs, and even hangs purposely tattered articles over the bars of sturdy wooden hangers. Wherever she is sent, Amory fits in. Left to her own devices she eschews clothing almost entirely, but while working she will wear whatever is necessary. She can adopt a rogue persona just as easily as she mingles in a corseted ball gown. For her work, discretion is key, and though she has become very adept with colouring agents and make up, she prefers her own skin to any other. No matter what guise she takes she keeps her form simple and steers away from distinctive markings and loud colours. Her crystal is small; a slightly domed, navy blue disc about half an inch in diameter. She keeps it on a thin chain of blackened steel that she wears around her waist under her clothing. She has some small blemishing from where she had the final link welded shut just to the right of her spine the chain is not meant to be casually or easily removed. Personality. When it comes down to it, Amory is a careful woman. She is patient and watchful, taking in much and saying little. She is accustomed to not being noticed and has come to prefer things that way. She has always been very conscious of herself. Not to be confused with being self-conscious, Amory knows what she looks like, how her movements translate visually and aurally, what a motion will feel like in her muscles before she makes it. Everything about her is meant to be efficient and she does not waste any movements. While working she seems the height of decisiveness and clipped propriety. In her home is another story. She is leisurely in making decisions that aren't important or refuses to make them at all. It may take her over an hour to decide what she wants to eat, and if she can't decide what to wear she simply won't wear anything at all. It is a combination of laziness and rebellion. Her mastery of rhetoric and skill in guiding conversation tends to make her seem more intelligent than she knows herself to be. In reality she simply doesn't speak much on topics she knows little about, giving the illusion that she is always well-informed. Thus, in her home, with only Ydre and Blue for company she asks the dragon silly questions, holds one-sided conversations with the cat, and says things that can never be repeated in public or her carefully built reputation would be ruined. Rank. Civilian contractor, retired Spine Amory was at one point a spine in a wing. While neither her or her dragon had a textbook example of elemental power, her ability to go unnoticed and be unmemorable as well as Ydre's ambiguous form were invaluable for gathering information and carrying out delicate missions. Given her position in Hellman's Well and the lack of specific information on her wing available there is a rumor that she may have been Shadowguarde. The rumor is false, but she won't disabuse people of the notion. History. Amory was an only child, born in the Westlands to loving parents who feared for her safety. The worry was unfounded, even as a child people seemed to forget that she was around them for she was so quiet and unassuming. As fighting broke out in their village she became very good at hiding. When she was seven her parents packed everything they owned into a wagon and set out east. They didn't have a destination in mind, just somewhere that wasn't there. She doesn't reveal much about how exactly they made it all the way east to Lihn, or how it was she was accepted as a candidate at the Academy at thirteen. What is traceable though is that she was chosen by Ydre that same year, at her very first hatching, and that afterward she threw herself into her studies. The invisible girl and her broken sound dragon made quite a pair. While the rest of her peers were excited by the idea of combat, she was sickened by it. Amory and Ydre worked tirelessly to become a seamless team that could go completely unnoticed no matter where they went. The dragon became skilled at camouflaging himself and even altering the movements of his body to suggest his form was bulkier or more lithe to pass as another breed if not looked at too closely. Neither girl nor dragon had claim to offensive abilities, but when Amory submitted herself to be a candidate for a wing based in the Westlands she marketed them as a tool that could be used to gather information to stop fighting before it broke out. They had passed combat classes as flawlessly as academic courses. Her philosophy was find out what they want and give it to them just that way and it served her well getting her further than her peers who were fond of improvising or trying to prove themselves. She acted in the parameters given, nothing more, nothing less. The ability to do exactly as asked was what secured her a position as a spine at the tender age of 18. The Westlands had not changed much in the 11 years since her family had fled. Her parents couldn't understand why she would want to go back, but it was simple. To Amory, the Westlands were home. All of her childhood had taken place there and she found solace in the desolation of the mountains. She wanted to show it to Ydre, who understood Amory's fascination with her own race. That she found humanity to be the most beautiful thing she had ever seen. She conceded that there was nothing more savage than a human being, but the people of her homeland in particular were so strong, so incomprehensibly amazing in the way that they simply survived no matter what happened. And it was in the Westlands that Amory first fell in love. Fehl was a Horn in her wing, her senior by twelve years, he hailed from the fringes of the Northlands. The two were comfortable in the inhospitable environment, both accustomed to harsh nature and people. They enjoyed each others company and when Amory and Ydre weren't off gathering information Amory was perfecting the art of sneaking into Fehl's room, much to his appreciation. Except one morning, she returned from a mission along the south border and Fehl and his glass Chrysel were gone. It took a half an hour more of frantic searching to realize that her entire wing was gone. The semi-permanent base was abandoned, as if everyone had just vanished after sitting down to breakfast. There was no information left, no notes, not even the hastily scrawled stroke of the symbol that her Talon left for the times that Amory would return to empty rooms to let her know they had been called away. But hunting was Ydre's specialty, he didn't need to be able to see to locate his quarry. They took to the skies and flew all day, in an ever increasing radius around the base. When the sun was high in the sky they took a different tactic and flew over the nearest villages. There were no signs of her wing, but the smell of fresh death and faintly, infection, was pungent. They flew back when night fell, exhausted. Amory had never realized how much noise her wing had made until she was left in the base on her own. The compound of wood cabins was never left completely unguarded at least two scales would always stay behind. Despite her exhaustion Amory stayed up the whole night. Partly to guard Ydre, who had been dipping dangerously on the flight back and desperately needed the rest, and partly to watch for anyone returning. No one returned that night, or the next, or any night after for the next month. They kept searching, blocking out quadrants and combing them with Ydre's echolocation. They were ninety miles north of the base when Ydre found something. It was familiar, but alien all at once. The pair landed a good ways off and Amory went ahead, picking through dense forest, to check it out. When she saw it, it took her brain a few seconds to make sense of what was before her. It was Chrysel, it had to be, the small, strangely bulky body and opalescent scales were the same. But Fehl's glass had been elegant, this thing was monstrous. Three sets of wings, seven sets of legs, two tails it was no wonder she hadn't been able to understand what she was seeing at first. That was when the creature turned her head and Amory saw that the bright blue crystal between her eyes was all but shattered. She had heard of the Taint, had it drilled into her head so thoroughly she could recite chapters on it verbatim, but this was the first time she'd ever seen its effects. Whatever force of personality that had made this dragoness Chrysel was gone. Based on the state of her crystal, Fehl was probably dead. She didn't know what they had faced, but it had only been two months since her wing had vanished and the Taint had already ravaged his dragon. The world slowed down as the white dragon barreled at her, she had enough time to think it odd how graceful she still was even with all of the extra limbs before Ydre dove and crashed into Chrysel. Amory gathered her wits and got out of the way, there was no safe place to stand when dragons fought, and if the battle didn't kill her Ydre would if she didn't think of her own safety. She didn't see what happened, but the fight was short, she could never hear her dragon's power, but Chrysel was loud. What she did hear above the ruckus though was Ydre's shrieks. Unable to stay away any longer, Ydre's pain riding up her spine like a nightmare, she ran back to the clearing. Trees had been felled and there were deep gouges in the soil from claws gaining traction. Chrysel was nowhere to be seen, but Ydre was there, chest rising and falling too rapidly for the large lungs. The closer she got to him the louder the ringing in her ears got, reaching a pitch that was making her head hurt terribly. Her beloved dragon was covered in still-cooling glass across his face, neck, and chest. She swept her fingers behind his horns, feeling the crystal whole and undamaged, before she buried her face in his spines and wailed. That was how the outriders found them; Ydre barely breathing, front covered in glass, and wrapped around Amory possessively, and Amory very still with blood welled in one ear and dried under her nose. The pair had been close to an informal base of a regional militia when they found Chrysel. It had been Ydre's uncontrolled soundwaves, the echo clicks buzzing too fast to count that alerted the dragons to something wrong. They had tracked the source that slowly died out to this point. Amory woke up at a wing base in the Midlands. She told and retold her story of what had happened from the start of her last mission to Ydre's fight with Chrysel. No, she couldn't be positive it was Chrysel, the Taint had set too far in. Yes, she was sure that no one had returned to their base. Of course she'd tried to send a missive, but someone had to be at the base in case anyone returned. She couldn't afford to make the flight to the next base and no one was scheduled to come for many more months. She and Ydre spent almost a year in the Midlands. Amory put her grief on hold to work with Ydre, who had been blinded by the molten glass. She barely went more than 50 feet from him, content to sleep outside if she had to. Without his sight sending messages to his brain, after much practice he found that he could create a very sharp image of his surroundings with his echolocation rather than just gathering impressions. For all that they healed, both rider and dragon were changed. Neither wanted to return to Lihn and were graciously retired from the military despite Amory only being twenty. At a loss for what to do with themselves one of the Scales suggested Amory go back to utilizing her skills, but this time for profit. It would be far less dangerous to Ydre and she would be able to live comfortably in Hellman's Well there would be many willing to pay for the service she could provide. He couldn't promise that the location would be enjoyable, but it wouldn't be anything like Lihn or the Westlands. That was all the information Amory had needed. She started out simply selling information she gathered on her own, but slowly gained a reputation and fell into the position of being available for hire regarding specific information. Over time both she and Ydre found that they liked it in Hellman's Well. The shady black market dealings gave her a rush and Ydre enjoyed having his own eyrie. He reveled in the various rumors that fluttered about regarding both him and his rider as well as the ability to watch the constantly changing populace of the amusing humans that Amory still championed. Both also enjoy the occasional visit from Amory's well-meaning parents who worry terribly over their daughter's choice of residence and fuss and preen over Ydre, who they think is still handsome as ever and made all the more distinguished by his battle scars. Pet(s). While not exactly Amory's pet, Ydre seems to have adopted a stray cat that Amory cares for. The dragon has named the small creature Blue despite Amory's assurances that it has grey fur and orange eyes. --- The Dragon Name. Ydre (eethe-ra) Age. 15 Gender. Male Element. Sonic Appearance. [align=center] [/align]Much like his rider, Ydre does not stand out among his kind. Anatomically it is easier to say what breed he is definitively not rather than pinpoint the one that he is. He is of a larger size for sonic dragons, a little over 52' long. However his chest is a little less broad, and while he still possess the more squat nature of his breed, his body is notably leaner. His hide is a complex mix of closely fitted indian red and ultramarine scales. As a hatchling the combination was a vaguely iridescent black. The colours have faded somewhat due mostly to stress, but also to some aging. His hide is now a rich grey with cool undertones accented by violet stockings on all four legs. His horns are not particularly special, while twisted, they curve back only slightly and are a duller grey than the rest of his body. Neither do his spines gather much notice, they end in a strange bulb and are rather long, but are purposely painted from their violet colour to grey by Amory. It is not Ydre's horns, spines, or wings that generate his power, but rather his larynx encased in a muscular throat. Ydre was exceedingly adept at echolocation before being retired, but is now a master of it. Depending on his target he can alter the frequency of his clicks to suit the environment or prey type. While searching he produces the sounds, too high to be heard by human ears, at a low rate around 10-20 clicks per second. To conserve energy the sounds are coupled with respiration and wingbeat. After detecting potential prey he increases the rate of the clicks as high as 200 clicks per second; what Amory refers to as the terminal buzz. The reason why she paints his spines is that the bulbs at the end are the organ Ydre uses to take in the information revealed by the sound. On their own they are extremely noticeable and make for too easy of a target if one wanted to disable the sonic, there were times when he was a wyrmling that she could have swore they gave off light. Years ago, when Ydre and Amory had been the spine of their wing and both entirely too young for the position, a mission got out of hand. Of course they had been trained for combat, but it was not their main purpose. Despite Ydre being twice the size of the strange, lone, glass dragon they had encountered in the Westlands, they barely escaped with their lives. Ydre carries heavy scarring over his face, neck, and chest where the creature breathed molten glass, permanently blinding him. His echolocation that used to serve as a means of tracking, recovery, and only rarely offensively to creatures that could hear it, is now how he understands the world around him. Ydre's crystal is just behind his head on the left side. It is mostly guarded by the twin sets of horns and because the dark blue is close in shade to the grey of his scales is not always easy to catch sight of. Amory frequently has to touch it to reassure herself it is still there. Personality. Ydre is not nearly as serious as Amory tends to be. He is just as careful, even when he could see he was remarkably conscious about his size and strength, but he does not over think things if he can help it. He is not a fighter, there isn't a combative bone in his body and he's always been particularly gifted in the art of compromise. This is not to say that he won't fight, Ydre is fiercely protective particularly of his tiny human rider that takes an hour to decide what she will eat for breakfest. He finds humans to be incredibly amusing and loves nothing more than to have works of fiction read to him, the less magic involved in the plot, the better. While he isn't always aware of it, or carefully avoids noticing, Ydre has been under a lot of stress since losing his sight. Amory is mindful of him, but she takes jobs that put her out of the zone in which he can feel her mental presence. He can be on edge and brittle for days and there is little anyone can do to ease his constant fretting. The kitten that wandered into his eyrie about a year ago gives him some measure of comfort. While he can't see its colour and regardless of what Amory tells him, his echolocation gives the creature a blue presence hence the somewhat uncreative name. He likes being kept company by something that doesn't realize he can't see and didn't know him before his retirement. The cat doesn't ask for much and is oddly fearless of the dragon, frequently sleeping on Ydre's back. --- User Information Username. Sayuri Contact. syncretic.attempt@gmail.com or PM Yourself. I like civilians P= |
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