O'lin's Bronze Aesarth

Nevermind the Nothing Egg

Nothing. Greyness, bleakness, a quality that seems to absorb light. Grey and silver swirl over the shell of this egg in patterns that can only be called uncomfortable, as you take your eye off one part of the shell to inspect another, it appears that the egg is *changing* - when you look back at it yet another piece of silver shell appears to have been overtaken by clouded grey. But that's silly, this egg can't be changing, can it? Whoops, there's another bit you thought was silver, and that's now grey too. Better perhaps not to keep looking, after all, it's just an eggshell, it can't change colour. Can it?

Egg Inspiration: This egg was inspired by the Nothing bug that took over PernMush in the early days. It was some odd code bug that ate descs, rooms, attributes... D'vin was eventually wizzed for his valiant work in defeating the Nothing, after a forced migration of most of Pern's population over to SouCon for a while. The name was given to it because it reminded people of the Nothing out of the Never-Ending-Story.

Hatching Message: The Nevermind the Nothing Egg is quick becoming nothing but shards, and as it shivers and shakes bits of it fall to the ground to be swallowed by black Istan sand. Soon there's none left to fall, just a dragonet covered in small pieces of that former home.

Opulent Auburn Bronze

Anyone with a keen eye for style can see that this young dragon might well inspire a new trend. The irrepressable presence of a bronze hardly makes the metallic sheen of his hide necessary. The variations of color are ornate, almost overwhelming the surprisingly soft lines of a finely pointed muzzle, extended headknobs, and a sweeping length to wing and tail. A brushing of fine-threaded copper hues around his neck and up wing shoulders create the look of a fur-lined collar, even with the bony joints of a weyrling dragon. The copper touch is increasingly subsumed by heavier bronzes of deeper shades, and even fine lines of cinnabar, as your eye travels down the length of the dragon. From afar, these colors blend into a rich shimmer to smooth over the lines of his back, gawky hatchling limbs, and svelte chest. But variations pull you in for a closer inspection, where it appears that each distinct shade weaves through the others in a brocade pattern that multiple looms of a talented weaver would be hard pressed to duplicate. Wingsails are less detailed, still thickly opaque, but with a broader pattern of hammered metallic leafing over the wingspars. Neckridges appear dark bronze, but are shot through with flashes of a copper knotwork design down his length.

Final Size: 38.4

Dragon Inspiration: Fort is the oldest of the holds in the northern continent, home to old and distinguished bloodlines. It's the original settlement, and still something of a center of culture with the Harper and Weaver MasterCraftHalls right there. While there may be more politics in this hold due to it's long history, Fort Holders also have a keen eye for style. Since they are so close to the Weaverhall they get the news first on what is fashionable for each season. Garb ranges from fur-lined garments in winter to woven clothing for summer. Tastes in clothing tend toward the ornate, using stones and hammered gold or silver leaf and interesting dyed designs for adornment, with lots of knotwork in the Hold itself, carved into the stone. Celtic and African designs arch high over the doorways. Paired with this is the character archetype of 'The Fop'. The fop is a highly fashionable aristocrat. He is typically overdressed and his speech is characterized by over-use or misuse of popular phrases or various forms of hypercorrection (see above). The fop is never street-smart, often political, and always talkative. While fond of engaging in power plays, this personality rarely wields power of their own, instead getting ahead like a climbing vine, clinging to those higher than them in the ranks, and then flattering, conniving, and even blackmailing their way into a position of power.

Name: Aesarth - From Caesar, not for the person but for the meaning: leader. It's not his label every day, or even on most days; but on the rare day he'll achieve his aspirations and become the leader he's dreamed of. He's Augustus on a good day and ends up as Nero on a bad one, fiddling with his accoutrements while Rome burns. ;)

Mindvoice:

Internal Impression Message: The black sands shimmer slightly, those pinpoints of light gleaming brighter. The sound starts to drain from your ears as those glowing points grow larger, first glittering like huge diamonds and then breaking into jewel tones, splintering and splitting until you're surrounded by countless gems of light. The luminescence grows brighter until the hatching cavern seems like a dark memory. The silence is so strong you'd swear you could hear the sound of those lights, those shining jewels. << O'lin. >> A voice breaks through, shattering the quiet, sending the lights into chaos as a new sensation threatens to overwhelm you. Such love and acceptance as you've never dreamed comes crashing into you, filling you as the lights filled your eyes and silence filled your ears. Overflowing. The lights flare one last time and the fade into the faceted eyes of a bronze dragon waiting before you. << O'lin. We are together. You and me. I am Aesarth. >>

External Impression Message: The Opulent Auburn Bronze is questing no longer, because the goal of his quest was here all the time. Bright wings shimmer in the darkness of the sands as a tremor of joy ripples through him and his eyes meet those of the man who is his own.

Temperament

Weyrling:

This bronze is inordinately pleased with himself, right from the start. His high opinion spills over onto you, his rider, because he picked you. The perfect person to carry him to greatness on the inside -- just need someone to remind you of that. Constantly. << You shouldn't have to clean that up. Get someone /else/ to. Better still, all we shall do is stick the shovel in it, and it will commemorate our time here. >> While your lifemate may not be the one to ask many questions in lessons - lectures bore him easily - you may still find you have a hard time getting him to keep quiet, and there will be many times when the Weyrlingmasters have to cut short his gossip and socializing. Until you can catch up to his outgoing behavior - and he has faith that you will - your lifemate is all too eager to take over the conversation, even with strangers. His mindvoice is heavily accented with whatever new turn of phrase he's heard, be it a Seacrafter's brogue or a Bollian's drawl, not to mention those creative oaths he's sure to pick up from the Weyrwoman (or when one of your clutchmates starts dropping firestone sacks!). << Shardit! Hmm. Or do you think that was too /crass/? >> He loves words, and the power he can wield with them, and thus will never say with one word what he can say with ten. And with his tendency towards hypercorrection (http://www.brainyencyclopedia.com/encyclopedia/h/hy/hypercorrection.html), they may not all even be 'real words'. You may have some challenges with visualizations as well, due to this bronze's desire to *tell* others about it, rather than picture it. And you'd better help him through it -- this bronze has aspirations, even if he intends to achieve them by riding on the coattails (or wingsails) of others, rather than as straightforward as Faorath might advise. Which means you'll need some shaping up -- both in appearance and manner, and you'd better believe that even when you slip up, your lifemate will be there to tell everyone that's how it *really* should be done, and try and set a new standard to work around your quiet, awkward nature. << He had all these /brothers/ around. So noisy, bothering him. And he'd just keep quiet. Imagine that! That he could stay quiet while everyone else talked all the time. >> And yes. Every useless thing, or perceived failure, has some way he can brag about it.

Adult:

As an adult, your lifemate has realized that ambition... Takes a lot of effort. Unlike the stereotypical bronzerider, he doesn't need to be in charge. Being in charge means being responsible, and he'd rather just have everyone *think* he's marvelous. The quintessential courtly holder, your lifemate is a dragon of lethal wit, exquisite taste, exaggerated gentility, and no bravery whatsoever. He is as flattering to someone's face as he is caustically observant to their back. But it is the flattery especially that he has skill with, and never sees a need to hold back his exaggerations. << Have I mentioned lately how I simply /adore/ that shade of green on the left side of your neck. There is, truly, no more perfect rendition of that particular hue, anywhere else on Pern. Thusly, there is no more perfect a green than you, and you will simply have to let me admire that perfection by standing... Yes, just over there. A little to the left? Ah! Incredible! >> (And of course he'll never tell that preening green it's to keep the summer sun out of his eyes ;)) This flattery is, after all, for his personal gain; this is a dragon who wants to seem everyone's biggest friend and supporter, because false comradeship may well be returned with real favors. The more he can cultivate an image that deserves praise and reward, the more likely his life can be easy and pleasurable. He networks, he gossips, and if there's a story going around about the latest daring move by one of his cohorts? Well, be assured that everyone will hear how he was a key player in pulling it off. << Oh, well, of /course/ I wasn't there. I didn't want to steal the /moment/ from him. Break his concentration with the pressure of my observance and whatnot. >> While rank among dragonriders may be entirely different than at the Holds, your lifemate still plays the political game amazingly well. Even when his sharp wit is dissembling the Weyr's latest up and coming Wingleader, he still seems so social and charming about it -- perhaps because his spite will always seem to be directed at someone else; he invites one to share his caustic view of life. And when cunning or flattery won't get him anywhere, he'll just have to settle for being the center of attention. Nothing about this dragon is quiet. Lively, flamboyant behavior stays on people's lips longer - he should know.

Flight:

He almost likes talking about them more than the actual effort of chasing... Not that this bronze isn't fond of the ladies. He appears to collect females, green and gold alike, moving from one mistress to another with apparent ease, staying with one as long as the fancy strikes him, or he finds some benefit in it. Dalliance to liaison to affair, oblivious - thanks to his draconic memory - of any scandal. And enormously successful for all some might find that pattern obnoxious. Once he's grown, even as you grow with him, your lifemate will seem inclined to view you as an innocent in the ways of love, and is endlessly fascinated with not only your own stories and problems, but anyone around him. All the better to talk about. << It was a truly tre/men/dous scandal! Although I am sure you are too innocent to know why. >> It's like he enjoys trying to corrupt you. In Flights themselves your lifemate is, admittedly, unimaginative in the physics of the chase. No tricks, no fancy maneuvers -- the female flies, and he follows. He may even be apt to fall for a few tricks from a wily green or clever competing suitor, but this is because he's distracted with wooing the lady in words. What better time for flattery and poetry than when the courtship is down to the wire? If she comes to him, he doesn't actually need to win the race.

Wing:

Your lifemate, like any dragon, hates Thread with a passion. The only thing is, he also hates the idea of being injured by it, cutting short his promising career, ruining his all-important style... You might have to talk to him about that one ;) While this bronze may cringe at getting up close and personal with Thread, his 'people skills' come into play with a sincerity he rarely indulges in. Like an aristocrat suddenly given an officer's commission, he will excel at directing others to a place of optimal use. His keen eye, always looking for some chink to exploit for gossip, can actually be turned to seeing formations, and the most minute deviations from them. Alright, so he can't predict Thread itself very well, but if the wingleader needs their formation wing-up just the right degree to meet the edge, he'll be the one to nail it head on. And if you should find yourselves the ones giving orders? The layering will always be perfect, and the green and blueriders switched out right before they tire. Just make sure you have someone close to guard his flank.

Credits:

Egg: Rhiallya
Description: A'ley
Name: Griere
Temper: A'ley
Puppeteer: A'ley