Name: Ansiel
Full Name: Ansiel Venvalur
Pronunciation: AN - see - ehl VEHN - vah - loor
Nickname: Ans
Race: Charity
Birthday: May 3rd
Age: 96
Gender: Male
Class: Seer
Deity: Cathos, God of Mercy
Pets: None
Current Residence: Toran, Realm of the Dead

Height: 6'
Build: Slender
Skin Tone: Fair
Eyes: Blue Green
Hair Color: Platinum Blonde
Hair Length and Style: To Hips, usually worn tied up in a high ponytail
Clothing Style: usually comfortable plain robes; for the ball, he'll be in light gray dress robes with darker gray trim

Parents: Seer Mother and Guardian Father
Siblings: 2 Younger Sisters, 1 Younger Brother
Spouse(s): None
Offspring: None
History: He was born as the first child to his seer mother and guardian father. He grew up in a happy family, listening to his father's stories of all the places that he has been to help other races. Once his scrying abilities manifested themselves, his mother began training him on how to use them. He soon surpassed her in his abilities and now serves as one of the main seers for Cathos. Due to his duties scrying for souls in need of help, he never leaves the realm. He longs to explore the other realms that his father has told him of, but he does not wish to leave his duties unfulfilled. He has volunteered to attend the ball on behalf of Cathos, and the god has allowed it.

Abilities/Skills: Scrying abilities, can hide/manifest his white feathered wings, basic fighting skills, basic healing magic, skilled musician
Personality: He is very empathetic and sympathetic, but he tries to be practical as well. He can be stubborn. He has an adventurous streak and wants to explore the other realms out there. He has a strong sense of duty.

Non-Bonding Companions for the Ball: None

Meeting Notes (Written by Shard): Between three and two hours before the midnight bell, a pair of tall and long (one was tall, the other long, both quite a bit higher at the shoulder than even most other dragons) came from one of the hatching nooks. While the oil-dark sire was like a shadow to his brightly calico marked mate, all the hatchlings displayed a wide array of markings between them! He tried to get a better look but quite a few people were between him and the dance floor. By design, really.

Ansiel was not entirely comfortable at the party, but that was mainly because he hardly had the opportunity to leave his duties back home. He did, however, feel reasonably good about being allowed or even encouraged to show off his wings; something that might have been out of place among mortals or regular folk. Here... the 'regular' folks were of such a staggering array of wild he hardly was the weirdest thing at the party.

I don't think you're weird, a voice appeared in his mind. That felt... odd, even for a seer - usually he could scrye for things, seeking information and individuals that others would then collect or aid. This was a mind that came directly to him.

It added a moment later, after Ansiel pondered this, Well maybe a little weird... He could all but feel the eyes belonging to that mind roll in amusement.

"I'm not... I'm not weird," Ansiel said, wondering now just where it had come from. Then he heard a little 'cough cough', and realized that many people were openly staring at him. His wings abruptly vanished, he stood as though having been caught at the cookie jar. But he didn't even know why?

Because now you're talking to yourself, jibed that mind. It was male, it was ... a dragon. The dragon sitting on the white marble floor in front of him, cloudy dark and pale greys across his head and shoulders, brilliant shiny white wings held carefully nested against his body. There would be dark horns coming from those odd giraffe-like horns on his head, and a bright crest of some kind though neither of those things had developed beyond nubs. I think you should take some time off, I can have you home in time for work. I'll... need some help with my studies too.

"Your - your studies?"

You can't expect me to learn how to do that, the dragon nodded his head at Ansiel's wings which had re-appeared, if I don't have proper training, do you? You can hook me up, right?

"I... suppose that I can!" The dragon finally announced himself as Xusanyth, a word that rolled around in Ansiel's mind, and it was one he'd get used to speaking once they got home, he'd get to introduce the dragon to just everyone!

Ansiel has bonded with Xusanyth!

Name: Xusanyth (zoo SAN eeth, traditional -TH ending from the Pernese/Alskyran parentage, though this may be altered with different style partners)
Gender: Male (+preference as desired)
Size: 9'6" s/l/ws; 7' head as biped
Build: Very long and sleek
Physical Features: Pernese-Alskyran/Danachian/Eienic Mutt, four legs and two wings, feet have apparently retractable claws, wings have large wrist thumbs with thick claws; angular head with knobs having very long and sharp horns, faceted eyes, and a jagged tall crest, echoed on the spade of very long slender tail; note well that calico markings from this line only ever occur in females but can be passed by males; Shifted form humanoid with two legs, two arms, and 2-fingered wings with wrist thumbs; heads have sharp features, slightly pointed ears, horns, males have their draconic crest rather than any hair
Colors: Bicolor cloud marked dark grey and soft white; wings and crest solid shiny high white; dark claws; dark blue faceted eyes
Stats: Strength 4, Speed 3, Endurance 6, Agility 5, Health 2, Intelligence 4
Abilities: 6 Telepathy, Nexus teleport, Telekinesis; 5 Unassisted Firebreath, Void Sense, Lifespan, Humanoid Shift; 4 Void Spells, Verbal speech, Local teleport
Parents: Calietosth + Dairruinth
Bond: Ansiel Venvalur, Voluntary Bond