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| Loma Talamo : Female : Bone; Rider of Water Effinex | |
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| Boospookum | Feb 4 2017, 04:10 AM Post #1 |
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Character Number: 4th [align=center]The Human I - By Boospookum[/align] Name: Loma Talamo Age: 24 years old, born late winter 3277 br. (Bonded at 15 - biologically 18 due to dragon bonding and tainting phenomenon). Gender: Female gender, female sex. Sexuality: Bisexual, biromantic (and monogamous, too). Appearance: As far as shapes go, there is no question that Loma is more circular compared to many, and put more bluntly is a fat and rounded creature. Nothing about her has sharp lines or edges. Everything about her is all about curves, from the top of her hair down to the tips of her toes. Bouncy, voluminous curls of a dusty apricot blond frame her round face; round lips on a petite mouth, pale dust brown eyes, and a short and somewhat flat nose. Pale to the point of bordering on ghostly, Loma's skin is a smooth milky peach without blemish. The most constant thing about any ensemble that she has is the choker that holds the thinly-cracked teardrop shaped opal in a remarkable fashion statement. The second is a maul often hid just out of sight. Beyond that? Oh, there is variety! One thing to be said about her taste in textiles is that she likes it coordinated; muted or vibrant in color is irrelevant, she likes things to match and enjoys the opportunity to doll herself or others up a little for fun. Her clothes are usually something that is simple to move around in, and sometimes that means showing skin and sometimes it doesn't... Grooming is important to her, and it shows. She makes quite an effort to be clean and presentable without being too showy, and this is perhaps to battle with her ongoing attempt to be more comfortable in her own skin. Loma moves awfully quietly. She often walks with a bit of a slump or shuffle, trying to make herself smaller than she is or outright disappear entirely. Anxiety keeps her hands occupied, usually filled with the task of making something for someone else's enhanced comfort. All of this is a coping mechanism for her struggles with her self-image due to her weight and one other little peculiarity. Outside of the fact that she is softer and rounder than most in a battalion of war-ready human machines, her most iconic physical trait is one that is heard rather than seen. Because of a deformity with her vocal chords, her volume has one of two settings: whisper, or scream. There is no in-between. This is embarrassing enough, but when coupled with her stutter that's made worse when nervous? Speech can be a train wreck, so it's no surprise she's apt to avoid talking in her first encounters with others. Personality: Sweet, warm, and soothing it's not out of reason to compare her general atmosphere to a cup of well-prepared tea. Often shy and nervous around others, Loma wishes she could remain unassuming, and for the most part she succeeds at this endeavor. Often exceptionally quiet unless spoken to or in the presence of familiar company, she nevertheless has a heart for serving others if not outright doting on them - her mothering and placid demeanor are the most obvious things about her. Deeply caring and empathetic, Loma is well-described as a gentle soul. She often chooses to see the best in others and won't hesitate to remind them of it. She is much more critical of herself, and indeed has low self-esteem. She can take almost any abuse towards herself, but if harm is directed towards those she holds dear she doesn't hesitate to put herself in harm's way on their behalf and very possibly overstep her bounds. A good word for her is observant, ever listening and attentive of her company. Wary to approach or take others at face value, she is nevertheless very interested in other people and can often be caught standing awkwardly near others and listening in on conversations. She usually warms up quite quickly to others once she pushes past her initial timidity, and tends to consider other people friends after only a conversation or two. Loma is ever eager to please, and enjoys helping others, listening to their stories, and being whatever people might want of her. She has an excellent memory for pleasing others - a favorite snack, a desire mentioned in passing, or details of their personal life are never forgotten. Being docile, gentle, and soft-spoken Loma is not what you'd think of as a Taint on first blush... but first impressions often prove incomplete, as is the case for the motherly woman; still waters run deep, and it's not nearly so still beneath the surface. sweet and demure she may honestly be, but behind a nurturing touch lurks a wild berserker. When pushed out of her comfort zone from either force of will or circumstance, her demeanor is known to shift wildly - an uncompromising and ruthlessly violent young woman stands to be reckoned with. Her very real blood lust and glee to turn anything into a weapon are usually kept in check by her trying to sieve her murderousness into something more constructive, like focusing it upon an object or person of her discomfort. For better or worse, the longer she's permitted to rampage the more mad she's liable to become. It is not beyond her to turn on an ally in the tumult of a bloodbath. Rank: Tainted Dragon Rider, bone; currently affiliated with the Jaeger Shell. History: (* Note: Trigger warning for overt rape.) Sometimes, kindness is a terrible cruelty - particularly leaving it behind. Her life may have started out with the ease and whimsy of an almost fairytale, but the jagged cut into reality has proven jarring and life-altering at best. An atmosphere rich in structure adoration, validation, and encouragement... A nearly impossible outlier in a continent torn by strife, but only nearly impossible is still statistically certain. None would dare to contest that Loma had a fairly padded upbringing, as far as upbringings go; in spite of an era of ragged wars and turmoil, the Talamo family stayed alive and perhaps most impressively stayed together. An impenetrably devoted couple - a baker and tailor - stationed in the town of Took in Outer Lihn was the start of everything. They were neither poor nor rich, living an average life of simple extravagance and occasional penny pinching. Outer Lihn was a wonderful place to grow up with the security of The Academy's prosperity near enough and the freedom of the travelling merchants of all cultures that passed through to Lihn's prosperity to create an atmosphere that was well-rounded and safe. Loma was their first child, though she never remembered being alone. Loma was also raised with two slightly younger sisters roughly a year apart on average, making them a close-knit gaggle of girls; motherly Loma, rough and tumble Oka, and carefree Tuzet... all of them fiercely different from one another, but no less supportive of one another. They say a cord of three is not easily broken, and it's true. Together they owned their world, or at least they thought they did. They lived happily as children, one adventure to the next. Not that their lives didn't have moments of greater tribulation and joy. Certainly, there's no one who doesn't experience ups and downs - and it's easy to debate that out of her siblings perhaps Loma had it the worst of the lot. Loma, as the eldest, was a natural care taker and the focal point of admiration from her siblings... But she was never terribly popular with the other children nearby, often mocked for her speech impediment and shunned for it by children and parents alike. It didn't help that she was a stress-eater and a little too fond of sweets, packing on pounds that only goaded on further teasing from her peers. Though she desperately wanted to be liked and tried her best to be kind, paying attention to what her peers liked and either making and leaving treats for them when there was cause for a holiday or just because. At best she was ignored, and at worst she was harassed - one older neighborhood boy T'el was far worse than the others. He was a mean-spirited lad, and after acquiring his cerebus pup he devolved into a greater terror. It was around the time she was 9 years of age that his teasing truly devolved into brutality. T'el and his three-headed whelp took it into their heads to chase her up a tree after leaving a gift for him around the time of his birth season - whether embarrassed by her or the gift no one knew - but Loma was chased by flying sticks, stones, sharp cerberus teeth, and words - up she climbed in a desperate hope to reach safety. In an attempt to move to a more sturdy branch, a combination of poor footing and her heavier weight caused her foot to snap through a branch. Pedaling for a grip failed, and she slipped through the foliage and fell the rest of the way to the ground. The first thing that happened was having the air pushed out of her, the second was T'el looming above her with a terrible smirk as the world went black. It was just as well she wasn't conscious for what happened to her. When she woke, she was sore and covered in scratches and bruises in her bedroom. The story slowly came together. Her sister, Oka, had come across her body that had been stripped bare. Oka picked her up and ran her home. At first, it seemed lucky that the greatest harm she'd seemed to come to was a long gash on the right side of her right knee... but that wasn't truly the end of it. After some weeks had passed, she fell curiously ill - dizzy and nauseous in turns, and her stomach began to swell - though just a child, she had not only been humiliated but impregnated. Perhaps fortunately her body miscarried the child in a few short months, the combination of the trauma of this and the rapidly worsening social stigma around her had the unsurprising effect of causing the girl to withdraw into herself. Rape may not have been that unusual outside of their comfortable community, but there it was a thing that embedded a sense of shame that she could never quite be rid of. Though Oka fought with the other children and defended her older sister ruthlessly and Tuzet was too preoccupied with her imagination to give much care to the situation the damage had been done. Loma stopped leaving presents for others, now wary and content to be shy towards all but her family. Behind closed doors or with her siblings, she still came alive. When left to her own devices, she simply practiced domestic skills and her skills in baking and tailoring for the joy she hoped it would one day bring to others. Her home was loving, and things were alright so long as she didn't look too far beyond that. Oka aspired further than that, and Tuzet dreamed of greater things than the sleepy neighborhood they grew up in. The direction of these aspirations came from the dragon riders going to and from The Academy just a short flight away, and with good reason. Seeing the majesty of dragons of course made the girls yearn for their own; the handsome, beautiful, impressive riders who would visit for festivals and tournaments over the years certainly didn't hurt any. Stories or war and rescue were much more gallant than day to day living, and it took little time for the girls to be converted into an interest for The Academy. Loma was mostly interested simply because her sisters were, although the allure of a place she might not be so harshly judged was appealing as well - not to mention the idea of an eternal friend. Ever supportive, the Talamo's sent their sweet flock off to The Academy when Tuzet's 13th birth season came about. The girls left on dragonback shortly after the mating flights for that year, the siblings ever together but each with their own hopes and dreams for their candidacy. Loma wasn't to be disappointed. Just as she was the first born, she was also the first to stand successfully for a dragon out on the sands that heralded a mid-spring night's storm that year... Something of a birthday present, really. The squall outside was tumultuous, and even within the shielded sanctuary of the hatching grounds; within the hatching grounds, the air tense with the presence of a Disruption egg laid in the Sekkai sands... it was a tense environment, wrought with a sense of strife; exactly the sort of environment she was dreadfully uncomfortable in. All she wanted to do was go back to the barracks, back to safety where she could sleep through the storm if she wanted to - but instead a Water egg split open, and her heart soared as her bonded caught her eye. Effinex crawled forward with purpose and conviction, born to protect Loma even as Loma would live to soften her dragon's harsh nature. Neither Oka nor Tuzet bonded that year. Loma was launched unceremoniously into a world without the comfort of her sisters; yes, though she was permitted to spend time with them, it was nothing at all like it used to be. At first, that was terrible. Who would brush Tuzet's wild hair before bed, or remind her to do it for herself? Who would ? Though worries hounded her, she had little time for them. Very often, she was kept away from her sisters and plenty busy with her duties as a wyrmling and with duty so centrally important to her bonded all the more so and excelled in her classes. Much to her surprise, she was good at something other than homemaking. Little by little, Loma began to feel safe where she was. With her status as an up-and-coming dragon rider at the top of her class, she had little to fear in terms of teasing. What started off as a terrifying separation became a precious freedom and bond with her dear Effinex. Eighteen months after that fated hatching, and she was a new woman. She even had a mission assigned to her a scant six months after graduation, one to go and investigate the unusual behavior of the townspeople in a town south of Vien by the name of Barul. This mission was another pivotal moment of radical change for the girl who was only just beginning to bloom into herself. Some would say that the mission didn't end well, and some would say that it didn't end at all - either way, it was a mission that Loma never returned home from. When she got there she was confronted by something horrible. Only she ever truly discovered what it was that had warped things so horribly amuck. It was less of a what, and more of a whom; K'el and his Abyssal Xeneca, and his familiar brother T'el with a Forest-based Mycotic named Gaa. Beyond cold dread and fear, the Water pair never stood a chance; using drugging effects, both Loma and Effinex were drugged out of any attempt to stand up for themselves. Many horrible things happened to her in T'el and K'el's wretched keep, and many of them unspeakable to polite company but all of them centered around the humiliation of becoming the brothers' slave and toy while her dragon was incapacitated by drugs and weakness - given enough nutrients to stay alive - and stored outside of Loma's reach. In spite of repeated torture and loss, there came a time that her rape had an entirely different outcome. At the young age of 19 years old, she gave birth to twins. The birthing was incredibly painful and hard. She was in labor for a good sixteen hours. Kiessa was born first, and a bit on the small side compared to her more robust twin. Lanatha was born a half minute later. Both twins were born healthy. She spent a few months taking care of her newborn children, and her captors were sensible enough to put her duties on hold until she got settled with them. At two months old, Kiessa became sick. T'el and K'el denied her the right to see a healer about it. While it was seemed at first that little Kiessa was fighting nothing too serious, it turned out to be fatal. Not only was she left to mourn over the loss of one of her children, but the brothers punished her for her failing to raise them a proper heir. Crying and calling out to her dragon, to anyone as loudly as she could her needs were left unmet - alone, with no way for either Loma or Effinex to come to each other as a preventative measure would be the brothers' greatest folly - it was here that their spirit began to crack, forming a delicate crack in the crystal nearly imperceptible to the naked eye. Loma, much more than her bonded Effinex, began to warp and there was absolutely nothing that the Water could do about it in her drug-addled haze and supreme physical weakness. Slowly, quietly, and over a period of years the shallow cuts spread and into it seeped the infection of the Taint that would allow her to ultimately save herself. It was one of those surreal moments that she made the choice. It was too colorful, too real for the muted thing her life had become. There she was, staring outside the window of the abysmal little cottage they all stayed in - birds were chirping outside with sun streaming down between the vibrantly green pine needles outside. So painfully bright, the late spring. Her eyes settled on the wall calendar she viewed so often... Year 3300. What was it, anyway? Six or seven years for her, and all five for her darling Lanatha? K'el was beginning to beat on her child. It wasn't right - he never beat her like that - just Lanatha. Lanatha deserved to enjoy the beauty in the world. It was time for a change. T'el wasn't even home. It seemed so easy. When she packed the picnic lunches, it seemed so ordinary. When she called out to K'el asking if all three of them could go out to enjoy the day as a family, it felt so normal. The weight of T'el's maul she'd strapped under her cloak felt so natural. The walk to the picnic spot felt like a fairytale, every ladybird on the grass and line of unevaporated dew from the morning more vibrant than anything she'd felt in years. Trailing her fingertips along the edges of tightly packed baskets hummed a favorite tragic ballad of hers. K'el never saw it coming, although the signs were all right in front of his face. It was ridiculous. She was humming, and that wasn't exactly characteristic. She could hear the faintest scratch of the maul against linen and leather as she pretended to scratch her back. Why couldn't he? Was he always so stupid? Stupid. She should have done this years ago. Pulling the maul out from behind, the sharp end of it punched through K'el's unprotected throat. The force of this throw forced her back a step or two, and pulling it back? The arterial spray wasn't nearly red enough. There needed to be more to it than that. The fear in his eyes, the shock, was irritating enough that she slammed the blunted side into his face, watching it contort with pride and relief - she wouldn't ever have to look at those eyes again. With a wordless roar of fury and something deep and primal, she brought the massive hammer-like weapon into his face and body in unrelenting repetition. Xeneca's mad, mournful bay went unrecognized to the woman as she mashed the body of the man into a wet and frankly unrecognizable pulp. The rush of it was heady, filling her with giddy satisfaction and belly-deep laughter that occupied her forever and no time at all - all at once. It was with cheer she grabbed her daughter's hand and cut her weak Effinex loose, leading the water to the already pulped body of their abuser. They would be free. ... And so they were. The thrill, however, was not to last. It took time, but her madcap glee turned into disgust towards herself. How could she have been so proud of being so cruel and merciless, especially in front of her child? Defeated, broken, and far too ashamed and a self-declared murderer too dirty and warped to return to The Academy, she accepted the fractured bond as fate. With her dragon weakened from years of enforced lethargy and misuse, even Effinex's stubborn pride was not enough to deny that there was a certain solace and righteousness to be found in the shadows of life. They would become affiliated with the Tainted Regime, once they got their strength back. In fact rumor of a cannibal and her crew was what they decided to try for as "home". Pet(s): None. * Other: * Once old enough this character will have a separate profile, but is in the meantime too young to require such a thing. Name: Lanatha. Age: 5. Sex: Intersex (5-ARD). Gender: Demigirl, currently, but it varies. Uses female pronouns more often. Appearance: Like her mother, Lanatha has an outstandingly pale complexion that borders on a milky-white. She is currently unburdened by any defining scars, although she tends towards the pudgy side much like her mother. She has a round, jolly-looking face with mustard yellow eyes that always seem to be twinkling with either mischief or joy. Her hair is kept in a bob of untamable kinked curls of yellow blond hair. Often wears her soft pink bunny hooded cloak that her mother gifted to her to cover up her vibrantly yellow hair, a habit she picked up from hiding her physical traits from T'el. This object doubles as her security blanket and teddy-bear all in one, affectionately referred to as "bunbun". The precious pink cloak is also her part time imaginary friend and scapegoat for when rules are bent awry. Personality: She is everything that a healthy child ought to be; cheeky, playful, generally optimistic and whimsical. If hardship has given her cause to be wary, it doesn't show on first blush at all. She's quick to open up, and is outgoing in a way that foils and compliments her mother's more reserved demeanor - she loves her mama dearly, and often thinks that Loma (and other adults) worry too much. She is exceptionally clumsy with her body. Breakable things are best kept away from her for her penchant to break them, and simple coordination activities like tying her shoes are beyond her. Lanatha is often tripping over herself or falling down. Even so, she always breaks out the goofiest grin whenever she does and gets up like nothing happened at all. This is due to having a thing called dyspraxia. [tr] [align=center]The Dragon I - By Boospookum II - By SilverFeather[/align] Name: Effinex Age: 9 years (born mid-spring 3292 br). Gender: Female gender and sex. Element: Water. Appearance: A rounded, fluid, somewhat flat face that echoes the aesthetic of a house cat with an aquatic twist she bares a strong resemblance to the mythological tatzelwurm; triangular pinions with a fan-like flair at the base, twin tendril-like whiskers drop from her blunted maw, subtle gills behind her jaw, thin webbing prominent between her softly padded toes, her wings phasing into the sails that line her middle, said elegant sails docking her back and sides in symmetrical fits and starts make it near impossible to mistake her breed. The Water is squat and lithe as she is supposed to be, she tailors out to a breed standard of 140 feet in length and rises to to just reaching 20 feet at the whithers. Effinex is remarkably soft and seamless, lacking any sharp horns or jagged edges. Even her crystal is a smooth teardrop shaped opal, blending in to the pale scales between her shoulder blades. Coloration nearly uniform, the Water's body is primarily a warm ivory in color barring a large wine red circle on the fore of her crown with matching eyes. With a body smooth like snake scale and fairly thin, setting almost like a skin, she is warm and pleasant to the touch though it makes her sensitive to extreme changes in temperature. Though her design is unarguably simplistic, some would argue it is just that which causes her to be so aesthetically pleasing. Her front half is the lightest part of her body, but the strength of her lower half is spectacular. Most of her weight is in her back end; she may not be as long as she could be, but her abdomen is thick with smoothly corded muscle and easily controlled... a fortunate thing, since she bares no back legs. She may well have gained mobility rather than lost it through this so-called defect. From the ribcage down her anatomy is a mimic between something like snake and a fish, enabling her to cut through currents and coil and constrict like a python. A further testament to her snake-like bearing, she has a forked tongue, and the mouth of a venomous snake without the venom (though she is capable of spitting water through her hollow fangs). All of her teeth are sharp, and the tongue gives her a soft lisp on certain sounds. Her body language is proper, tending towards austere in a way that highlights her elegance... this gives her the impression of being anything from regal to haughty. Grace becomes her. Personality: If her appearance is to be considered stark and elegant, then the same can be said twice over for her attitude. Not only does she look regal, but she plays the part through unrelenting manners and uncompromising conviction, two powerful facets of herself that compliment rather than chafe. Reserved in nature and punctuated by passion, she is every bit a lady. Possessed by austere honesty, she is ruled by law and a deontological morality above all else. She is a woman of covenant, and above all not a liar. She perceives guile a mark of weak and cowardly character... and character is a thing she covets, both in herself and in others. When it comes to interacting with others, she's not shy to flag her opinions or persist in the face of an ideal... but she certainly doesn't keep her heart on her sleeve. Mistrust and low expectations masquerade as independence - for though she has plenty of social grace, she is hard to reach and she often appears stoic. Her need for others is often best expressed at arm's length. Valuing others by objective assessment of their capabilities, she's more apt to make allies than friends. It takes effort to catch her attention, and little effort to lose it. She has particular affection for rebels with a cause, and can be charmed by sophistication and poise, but most of all by conviction. On the flip side, Effinex finds rudeness, laziness, and recklessness especially protean. She faces something of a static, eternal winter and those seeking to end it will be greatly disappointed. Winter, however, is not loveless though it may appear so - it is merely harsh. Though she does not readily show warmth that does not mean she is incapable of feeling it. Her emotions are carefully hidden under her pretty face and they do not come out easily. With a keen memory that facilitates long-term grudges she is judgmental without a doubt; she neither forgives nor forgets. Effinex does not second guess her lawful code, nor the others who follow it; in the right hands she is a tool to be used, an unquestioning soldier... in the wrong hands, willfully disobedient and a brazen face of subterfuge. Self-preservation may be important to her, but she can't be threatened into fearful reactions and has no apparent fear of death. Pragmatic and iron-willed, the she dragon is still not a machine and exists with both pet virtues and vices. She enjoys participating in sports of the mind and logic, and favors rainy weather and overcast days. She has a marked distaste for windy weather, high ground, and overly open land - being able to see everything also means that everything can see you - and so her caution leaves her much more likely to swim or walk to travel rather than fly although she is perfectly capable of it. User Information Username: Boospookum. Contact: PM or Discord are preferable, thank you. Yourself: Murderous mommies are good, yes? Yes. How did you find Sekkai?: You kidding? This site stalks prey and jumps on 'em. I was helpless to resist. |
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