Here you will find all the information regarding the Checkerboard Ball Participants.

Name: Taleasin
Full Name: Taleasin Keyxidor
Pronunciation: tah - LEE - sin KEY - si- dor
Nickname: Tal
Race: Dawn Elf
Birthday: November 6th
Age: 218
Gender: Male
Class: Noble
Deity: Annir, God of Order
Pets: Horse, Moonflame
Current Residence: Small house in solitary part of the forest

Height: 6'1"
Build: Muscular
Skin Tone: Light, scarring on left side of face, neck, and shoulder
Eyes: Dark Gray
Hair Color: Dark Brown
Hair Length and Style: To High Back and Fluffy
Clothing Style: Plain but well made tunics, leggings, and riding boots; for the ball, he has donned the noble threads he usually avoids, a white tunic with intricate black details embroidered on it, white leggings, and black boots

Parents: Widowed Mother
Siblings: 1 Older Sister, 2 Older Brothers, 1 Younger Sister, 2 Younger Brothers
Spouse(s): None
Offspring: None
History: Born the fourth child and third son of a noble dawn elf, he had a rather happy childhood with loving parents. Unfortunately, an accident with a lantern left him scarred for life and his mother a widow. Since then, his relationships with several of his siblings have deteriorated, namely his oldest brother who was forced to take over their father's title at a much younger age than expected. Due to the scarring, most of his society avoids him in disgust since they place such a high value on appearances. As soon as he was old enough, he moved to a small house in an out-of-the way part of the forest to live mostly in seclusion. He wishes for companionship but has little hope for finding a mate. This is why Annir chose him to attend the Ball.

Abilities/Skills: Horseback Riding, Cooking, Can Read People Easily, Gardening
Personality: Tal is kind, even to those that do not deserve it. When he is annoyed, his kindness can turn sickly sweet and take on a rather sarcastic edge. He is observant and usually quiet unless he's with people with whom he is comfortable, such as his youngest brother. He avoids most people due to the scarring.

Non-Bonding Companions for the Ball: Youngest brother Ettrian, who is 189 years old, 6'2" with auburn hair and light gray eyes. He is very protective of his older brother.

Story: Taleasin Keyxidor walked from one end of his home to the other and back again, pacing in growing agitation. Why had he ever agreed to this? It wasn't like him, and now it was too late to just change his mind.

"You do realize that you are literally wearing a rut into your floor," his younger brother, Ettrian, pointed out as he indicated the path that Taleasin had been pacing for the last half an hour.

The elf stopped for a moment to stare down at the dirt floor of his home and saw that, yes, he really was wearing a groove into his nice smooth floor. He sighed and made a mental note to fix the issue after he returned. "I don't know why I agreed to do this," he muttered as he ran a hand through his dark brown hair.

"A god chose you for the task," his brother reminded him. "Did you really want to say no?"

Taleasin shook his head. No, he certainly did not want to anger a god, particularly Annir, their leader. It was more than that, though. Despite his nerves, he didn't want to miss this chance. People from all walks of life, from all different realms and dimensions, would be attending this ball. Surely, he would, at least, be able to enjoy a night of friendly conversation without the disgust that tinted any form of communication with his own people.

"It's not like you'll be going alone," Ettrian reminded him with a grin even as he pulled at the neck of his formal tunic. "I would think that you would be excited. I mean, perhaps, you'll meet some beautiful interdimensional lady tonight," he suggested with a lifted eyebrown and a smirk. "Who knows? Perhaps, I will!"

"I'm not going to hold my breath," the elder returned as he began his pacing once again without thinking. "No matter what race any lady there might be, I'm not exactly a handsome fellow."

Ettrian shrugged. "Your face doesn't bother me, so there must be a lady or two out there that wouldn't be bothered either."

Taleasin simply shook his head again. He was used to being alone, but he wanted a companion. While a pet might have helped, he wished to be able to converse with someone. Despite the setting for this ball, however, he wasn't going to get his hopes up. He would go. He would participate, and he would come home.

"Don't do that," his brother chided from his nearby seat. "Don't dismiss this entire venture before it has even begun. Try to keep an open mind. Try to actually enjoy yourself. If you don't, I will make you."

Taleasin rolled his eyes. "I will try, but I make no promises."

The two fell into silence for a few moments before Ettrian asked, "How and when are we supposed to get there exactly?"

"I am not entirely sure. The high priest simply said that I would know when the time came," he replied as he picked up the invitation from where it rested on the table. "Perhaps I should go seek clearer instructions," he muttered as he moved to his front door. When he opened it, however, the surrounding woods of his home was not what he saw. Instead, a well-lit tunnel greeted his eyes.

"I'm guessing it's time," Ettrian stated after a moment of silence. He then stepped forward through the doorway and turned back to his brother. "Come along, Tal! Don't stand there gaping like a fish!"

Taleasin stepped through the portal and followed his brother down the tunnel where he could see many other people arriving. If nothing else, this was certainly going to be a memorable night.

Meeting Notes (Written by Shard): Ettrian was much better suited to this party than Taleasin, or at least that's what Tal thought. While he didn't exactly mope, he was still hesitant to enter the fray on that dance floor, it was just too intimi--

His hand was grasped, warm and strong fingers sure of their grip. Yanked sideways into the group on the wide ballroom floor, Taleasin had no choice, and wouldn't protest out of politeness... If this woman was 'polite' perhaps that might... Well she was confident, and slender, and beautiful. Red-brown eyes looked at him seriously, he was so stiff and hesitant while dancing. Also he was completely unfamiliar with the music, it definitely wasn't from his world. But she smiled, she was not staring at his scars, rather at his eyes. They danced for a time, two songs, and she finally released him into the room once more.

Baffled, suddenly exhausted, Tal saw why they'd stopped - it wasn't because she was done dancing, it was because they were making way for dragons to parade across the floor. And... of all things, one of them with bright checkerboard wings stumbled right up to his brother! Well that was certainly good for him!

Another little checkerboard dragon, one that had been seen constantly virtually everywhere around the tables and dance floor area, came to Tal and seemed to be offering a small sandwich plate. Well, that was welcome! Over the course of the next few hours, this same dragonet arrived - one time with bubbling champagne, another with a moist towelette and spicy meat strips, and finally, who just sat next to him quietly.

He'd chosen a table closer to one of the kitchen entrances, apparently, the only people looking this direction were those waiting for special dishes, and they didn't look for, or at, him. His brother continued to enjoy himself, going so far as to carry his new little dragon around to sniff noses with others. Amused, tired, and growing a little dejected, when the clock looked to be nearly an hour to midnight, the dragon beside his seat laid its head on his lap and gave a musical little sigh.

My sister wants to meet you, she has waited all evening but you did not go back out to see.

Tal froze in mid-bite, and looked down at the dragon. Surely he'd imagined it? No, no, those eyes looked at him almost with puppy-dog brows. He finished chewing, dabbed his lips, took a sip of water.

"Your... Sister?" He asked, and the dragon nodded, a little tiredy itself. "Where should I find her?"

By the window with the whales, the little one seemed encouraged, and stood once more. I will take you! Tal stood, carefully leaving his gift bag items by the sign that said he would return, on the table. Led by the grey and white dragon, Tal followed along the edge of the dance floor and closer to the orchestra pit, though oddly the music coming from that strange group was muted somehow. There was not an act on stage just now, so they were providing a reasonably sedate tune for a slower dance on the floor.

Ahead, though, there were tall arched windows looking out to the deep dark sea outside Rapture. The Stage had a backstage area, but... you couldn't see it from the window? How was that possible? Tal looked around and didn't find another dragon. Was this some trick?

It is not a trick, as I'm right here, another voice, more feminine and stronger in volume than the little one. There was a lot behind this voice. It seemed like it could turn very sharp, or sonorous, a lullaby or a cacopheny at will.

Taleasin realized that the figure nearby was the source of this mental voice. He'd assumed it was a guest, standing with their back to the dance floor and gazing out at the massive... 'whales' (he'd never seen such creatures and couldn't know that the one nearest was actually known as ruu-un'den-ket, a manta-like animal from Xen, while another called a whale had long tendrils and glowed with an eerie blue luminescence and was definitely not from Earth). He took a moment to appreciate that view, and walked delicately toward this dragon. They had a stripe of dark hair, he thought it was literally just a woman standing there. Though... She... definitely didn't have a dress on, those brightly white wings looked like a shiny garment as she held them in such a way. But she turned her head, long on that neck, with armor coming from her brows, definitely not human. Or elf, or virtually any other breed he'd heard of.

She didn't blink but she did suddenly move into a different shape, descending to a horizontal direction rather than vertical. I am Euhesme, this is Eqo; my sibling and I would like to help you. Your brother is concerned. We will accompany you to keep you safe and happy.

She didn't seem like she would be dissuaded by any of his typical arguments... He wondered, was this what Annir intended? Well, it must have been.

The littler dragon chirped happily, we will make a great team, and you're going to love it! The larger shapeshifting sister gave a draconic smile, in agreement.

Taleasin has bonded with Eqo Zwitterion and Euhesma Zwitterion!

Name: Eqo Zwitterion (EK oh, other as above, will only become important if promoted to Pawn)
Gender: Male
Size: 3'9" s/l/ws
Build: slinky and strong forelimbs
Physical Features: Hathian-Whorling, with four legs the front two having wing struts, long sharp claws, very long bare tail, long angular face with eye armor blending into neck fins, a fluffy mane, shoulder armor with similar fins; their mane can stand up if needed
Colors: White Pawn 8, a medium sleek grey body with soft white belly and black tie marking, face soft white mask marking; webbing and wingsails bright checkerboard; chrome fur, light grey armor, light claws, red-violet faceted eyes
Stats: Strength 1, Speed 2, Endurance 1, Agility 5, Health 2, Intelligence 1
Abilities: average 2 with 6 in 'singing' (sonic manipulation and perfect pitch), cannot shift in any way, but they do display adept ability with computers and electrical items
Parents: Donor clutch Evocation Zone + Errick
Bond: Taleasin Keyxidor and Euhesma Zwitterion Multibond

Name: Euhesma Zwitterion (ew HEZ mah zwi TER ee on, euhesma is a striped bodied bee genus found in Australia, the last name being the spliced family moniker, will inherit or be modified based on partner, and is also carried in the Knockoffs)
Gender: Female
Size: 9' s/l/ws* 5'6" shoulder bipedal
Build: slender and slinky with very long tail
Physical Features: Hathian-Whorling, with four legs the front two having wing struts, long sharp claws, very long bare tail, long angular face with eye armor blending into neck fins, a fluffy mane, shoulder armor with similar fins; their mane can stand up if needed; humanoid shape has two legs, two very long wing-arms with thumbs; draconic face with fangs and all, otherwise is upright-dragon and not mammalian in any way
Colors: Body soft white with belly markings in high black wide stripes; wings and fins shiny high white; flat black mane; medium grey armor and claws; faceted red eyes
Stats: Strength 1, Speed 5, Endurance 5, Agility 6, Health 2, Intelligence 5
Abilities: 6 Shift^, sleep breath; 5 telepathy, mind stun; 4 localteleport, sonic manipulartion, acid breath, nexus teleport ^note that they cannot pass sire's size shifting, only shapeshift; may carry electric and computer powers
Parents: Evocation Zone + Errick
Bond: Taleasin Keyxidor and Eqo Zwitterion Multibond

Ettrian and Brilmeba are now voluntary companions!

Name: Brilmeba (BRILL may bah; overall note: Since they are supermutt with Legend Drak bloodlines they have a given name, a clutch moniker (in this case nye standing for New Year's Eve/nt for several different pairs), an ' elide, and a parent-determined last portion (in this case females get nnay, males get aynn). If they breed with further Drak like lines, or those which have naming conventions of some sort, this should carry logically, though the complexity of the Legend Drak naming has been simplified a bit for this clutch; Specific -MEBA is the knockoff designator, they may change this to the full name if promoted from knockoff to Pawn only)
Gender: Male
Size: 4'4" s/l/ws
Build: slinky long legs
Physical Features: Drak-like supermutt, four legs with heavy claws, fluff on back legs; four wings two main and two butt-wings, with claws on the fore and Shatternak-styled wing barbs on hind; head has two horns, ear floof, a silky mane, multicolored sclera with pupil; tail has floof and a sharp (poison?) spine; they are furry but they are also egg-layers
Colors: Black Pawn 2 dark near black mottled body, dramatic checkerboard on all wings (varying size checks), mane mist, leg floof silver, and tail floof flat black; ear floof black, claws dark, multicolored eyes with yellow iris
Stats: Strength 2, Speed 5, Endurance 3, Agility 3, Health 3, Intelligence 3
Abilities: most abilities (telepathy, verbal speech, local teleport) at 3, but exceptionally strong specific-location Portal (6) and 5 choose what kind of spit/sting they produce; do not use or carry the shifting or genetic abilities of full pieces regardless of promotion from knockoff
Parents: donor clutch Merajanay + Bales apa Larsis'Iann
Bond: Ettrian, Voluntary Companionship

Meeting Notes: (also see above) It had been a lot of work to make sure that his brother even showed up, let alone had fun here at this big party. The thought that he might have slunk away was obvious - he'd chosen a table over by one wall where the kitchens connected to the buffet area, so like him to want eyes near him but not on him. Maybe after tonight he'd realize that scars were common and people were made of more than skin?

The clock said it was four hours until the midnight bell, and a big batch of amazingly pretty dragons with more wings to go around than typical showed up through one of the archways. One was very dark, still brightly lit up the room with its checkerboard wings and silky fur.

"I am Brilmeba! Yours!" It cried, and snatched the sandwich that Ettrian was just about to munch on! With the size of the parents, he wasn't sure whether this would be a big dragon or a little one, because as he dutifully brought the dragon over to the meats and checkup area, he'd been told to expect the 'knockoffs' to remain quite small compared to their clutch mates. He wasn't sure why this would be true but it didn't matter, he had a little friend now and he was bound and determined to show them off!

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Name: Niq
Full Name: Niq Valence
Pronunciation: NEEK VAL - ehns
Nickname: None
Race: Shifter
Birthday: October 17th
Age: 18
Gender: Female
Class: Thief
Deity: Rouna, Goddess of Strife
Pets: None
Current Residence: Large City

Height: 5'7"
Build: Extremely Thin
Skin Tone: Lightly Tanned
Eyes: Dark Green
Hair Color: Dark Brown
Hair Length and Style: To Mid Back and Usually Worn in a Braid
Clothing Style: Simple and plain dresses; for the ball, she'll be wearing her best dress, which is in a dark gray with a black satin sash tied about her waist

Parents: Both Deceased
Siblings: 1 Older Brother, 1 Older Sister
Spouse(s): Married to Cipher, a male shifter
Offspring: None
History: Married her current husband, who was courting her at the time, shortly after her mother perished in a hunting accident (she was an animal shifter and was mistaken for the hunters' quarry). She has never gotten along with her brother, but she and her sister get along just fine. She became a thief to help support her mother and siblings after her father went missing, despite being the youngest child. She uses her powers to evade capture. Rouna chose her to attend the ball, knowing that she can control herself and behave.

Abilities/Skills: can shift into inanimate objects for short amounts of time (an hour or less), extremely stealthy, quick, has recently taken up learning to cook and weave
Personality: She is mischievous and enjoys causing trouble, but she has good self control and knows when to resist temptation. She is generous and loving towards her family but very suspicious of anyone outside her inner circle. To the outside world, she can appear emotionless and rather cold. She is thorough and meticulous.

Non-Bonding Companions for the Ball: None

Meeting Notes (Written by Shard): She'd noticed them arrive, just before the third hour ahead of midnight. They were sneaky, that was certain. Niq was sneaky too, and she decided to watch what might happen with these long legged, long tailed... long necked and very strange dragons. They weren't as brightly white in their lightest form, nor as deeply black in their darkest, as many others were being billed - the checkerboard black and white was much starker than these dragonets.

One or two of them outright vanished before her eyes, but then again so had she: because from her vantage point as a hanging decoration on one balcony, who would have guessed she was a person? A few of the smoke dragons lingered near one or another person or dragon group, obviously finding their forever-friend or just a place to hang out. Eventually, Niq grew a little bored of this, as well her shape needed to revert to her normal appearance so she dropped to the floor, startling one of the dancers.

She thought that was that, even got around to dancing a little, herself. Enjoying the food - so much of it, but not too much to be bloated or bogged down. She'd hardly ever seen this much food in one place, and been able to just... reach out and eat it, most of her life. It was nearly an hour later when she felt something strange brush her elbow. On turning, she saw nothing out of the ordinary. There was a dim corridor behind her, so Niq headed into it on habit. Oh, the casino was back there? She heard noises of a few slot machines and someone inexpertly belting out a cheerful song on the small stage there.

Well, there was ample opportunity to make a coin or two here... and not exactly by playing cards. However, before she could reach into the first pouch for whatever local coinage this odd four-armed man had, Niq felt that brushing once more. She covered for her own startled glance around by apologizing to the man in earnest, and heading off to the far wall. What was going on, was this place infested with mosquitoes or something?

No, no infestation... Besides, I could take care of that easily.

Niq's normally tan cheeks went pale, but she said nothing, she didn't want to appear too skittish. With her eyes, she scanned the area and tried to look casual. Finally up on one of the small dining balconies around the casino floor, she saw a billowing shape. Almost like a cape, or smoke on the wind.

Oh.

Niq ascended the wide black-velvet runner on the white marble stairs, picking up another chunk of cheese to pop into her mouth on the way. The dragon that waited for her stood carefully, but proudly with her head up and violet eyes shining. How her wings could 'fold' like that, and still be smoke, Niq couldn't guess. The markings on her limbs and tail swirled like the oddly hole-filled edges of her tail and wings.

"I wanted to make sure you were the right one for me," the dragon spoke in a strangely husky voice. "Looks like you are. Cilalı Dumani," she asserted, "we will be trouble together. Who'll know?"

A broad grin, unusual on her normally stoic face, grew on Niq's lips.

Niq has bonded with Cilali Dumani!

Name: Cilali Dumani (gee LAH luh doo MAN ee, polished smoke Turkish origin words; Dumani will continue to pass or be modified by partners)
Gender: Female
Size: 7'4" s/l/ws* can alter height down to 3'6" (solid wings/tail, very dense body) and up to 11' (no visible smoke parts, but body is not very solid, can mix and match this, as she's remarkably adept with this ability)
Build: high bodied, very long
Physical Features: Pernese/Smoke, four legs and two wings, claws on feet only, long neck and tail, beak-like face, smoke based webbing and crest/tail that may vanish entirely
Colors: body solid pale grey marked with silver and soft white on tail, hind lmbs and wing arms/fingers - these markings move gently like smoke and become quite bright and contrasted against body if her wings/tail are 'absorbed'; wingsails oil on the back, soft white underneath, barely visible as they are smoke... but they're distinctly two shades; crest and tail smoke silver metallic (shiny... smoke...); dark claws; faceted red-violet eyes
Stats: Strength 4, Speed 5, Endurance 4, Agility 4, Health 2, Intelligence 3
Abilities: 6 density/size control*; 5 shadow walk teleportation, vapor control, verbal speech; 4 telepathy, particulate control, nexus teleport, assisted firebreath (doesn't use, but can collect particles from coal dust or other such ignition materials if needed); 3 local teleport
Parents: Dantinath + Dymati
Bond: Niq Valence

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Name: Cipher
Full Name: Cipher Valence
Pronunciation: SAI - fur VAL - ehns
Nickname: Cy
Race: Shifter
Birthday: July 23rd
Age: 22
Gender: Male
Class: Fisherman
Deity: Rouna, Goddess of Strife
Pets: None
Current Residence: Large City

Height: 6'3"
Build: Slender but muscular
Skin Tone: Fair
Eyes: Light Green
Hair Color: Light Brown
Hair Length and Style: To Ears and Thick
Clothing Style: Plain tunics and leggings; for the ball he has chosen a black tunic with black leggings and shoes along with a dark gray cap with a white feather

Parents: Fostered due to birth father's death
Siblings: 1 Younger Foster Sister
Spouse(s): Married to Niq, a female shifter
Offspring: None
History: Cipher's father drowned shortly after his birth. His mother could not care for him, and he was raised by his father's friend, Wymer's uncle, who was aware of his family's race and did not hold it against him. His foster father had no sons and only one daughter. He learned his trade from his foster father and helps him with his business. He met his wife through Wymer and fell for her rather quickly. Wanting to make sure she was cared for, he proposed shortly after her mother's death. They live in a very small home near the docks of the city. When she was invited to the ball, he immediately knew that he would be going as well.

Abilities/Skills: can shift into animals for short amounts of time (an hour or less) usually a wolf, fishing, sailing
Personality: He is extremely reliable and dedicated. He enjoys the occasional romp in the woods in animal form, but otherwise, he seldom uses his ability to shift, as it would draw too much attention. He enjoys the simple things in life and hopes to have children one day.

Non-Bonding Companions for the Ball: None

Meeting Notes (Written by Shard):It was surprisingly late in the evening when the pair of black Pernese dragons brought out their beautiful clutch for all to see. Two hours to midnight, where most of the others had come out an hour or two earlier. But those were nothing like this dark and shiny batch, and Cypher appreciated not only how pretty they were, but how strong their wings and high held bodies would be when they matured. Light caught their hide or their wings, sparkling in a dark rainbow, almost like they had scales, but these dragons did not - this was hide, he'd learned that they would probably need some amount of care if they... Well they wouldn't bond to him, surely. It was late, he'd probably be going home alone, watching his friends and their dragonets.

Oh but I want to come with you! A rich voice, so much more mature than it could have been at a very fresh hatching, came to Cypher's mind. He paid attention to the direction it came from, and turned out... it was that one in the middle of the pack, smaller than most but bigger than a few in that group, and obviously twice the size of those little checkerboard ones stumbling around the edges of the ball room.

"Do you? Really? Think you can keep up?" Cypher smiled, and the dragon raced suddenly forward, past his peers at a surprisingly good pace, coming to a tumbling halt in front of the man.

"I know I can! I know! I am Geluath!" The dragon could speak out loud too? That voice was much higher than his mental one, maybe some day they would match!

Cipher Impressed Gerluath!

Name: Geluath (GELL oo ath, -TH ending thanks to pure Pernese will carry in offspring or be modified as parent expectations)
Gender: Male
Size: 8' s/l/ws (pernese blue rank)
Build: long, big wings
Physical Features: Pernese, hide skin with possible iridescence resembling scaling, four legs and two wings with large claws on all, boxy head with knobs and a low neck ridge, fleshy ridge on rump and high tail, split ended tail, faceted eyes
Colors: body graphite on most of body, upper tail and upper limbs, gradient to soft black on feet, face, tail end and wing fingers, all with bright iridescent shine; wingsails graphite at wrist and arm, grades to light grey on edge; ridge light grey with heavy iridescence; red-violet faceted eyes; dark claws
Stats: Strength 3, Speed 6, Endurance 4, Agility 3, Health 2, Intelligence 3
Abilities: 6 verbal speech; 5 nexus teleport; 4 telekinetics; 2 unassisted firebreath, local teleport, telepathy
Parents: Maranth + Minath
Bond: Cypher Valence, Impressed

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Name: Wymer
Full Name: Wymer King
Pronunciation: WAI - mur KING
Nickname: None
Race: Human
Birthday: June 2nd
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Class: Apprentice Blacksmith
Deity: Rialdir, God of Change
Pets: Horse, Sargent
Current Residence: Large City

Height: 5'5"
Build: Stocky
Skin Tone: Pale
Eyes: Dark Blue
Hair Color: Platinum Blonde
Hair Length and Style: To Shoulders and Straight
Clothing Style: Simple and plain tunic and leggings with work apron; for the ball, he's wearing a pale gray tunic with black leggings and shoes along with a black cap with a white feather in it

Parents: Widowed Mother
Siblings: None
Spouse(s): None
Offspring: None
History: He was born as the only child of a fisherman and his wife. His mother runs the stall where his father's catch was sold before he passed of illness. His father's brother has looked after them since, and his mother still sells his uncle's fish. He was always a poor fisherman but strong, so his uncle arranged for him to be apprenticed to a blacksmith. He met Niq when he caught her trying to steal from the smithy. After listening to her situation, he decided not to turn her in to the guards, and the two have been friends ever since. He constantly tries to convince her to give up her thieving ways. He chose to accompany her and her husband to the ball as extra support.

Abilities/Skills: horseback riding, simple smithing, wood carving
Personality: He is kind and loyal. He is not the most intelligent guy around, but he is very focused when he is at work. He loves crafting, even simple things like shoes for his horse.

Non-Bonding Companions for the Ball: None

Meeting Notes (Written by Shard): Early in the night, some of the pure Pernese dragonets needed to be shown around the ballroom. Wymer had been informed about each of the types of dragons, but frankly some of it went over his head. So whatever the words 'pernese required impression' meant, he wasn't clear. What was clear was that these brilliant and sparkling dragons were bold as sunlight on snow, even against the white marble dance floor they walked across.

Someone had nudged him out on the dance floor, and he did try a little action there earlier, but everyone was so energetic and they obviously had training for those more formal dances... By the time it was 4 hours to midnight Wymer drifted over to the buffet table instead. There were fish dishes... and he found that he avoided those; there were plenty of other things that smelled fantastic and didn't bring up melancholy memories of his youth trying to fish.

Can I have some of that? A voice asked, and on impulse he reached for one of the 'Hawaiian bee bee kew skewers' to offer it to whoever had asked. Momentarily, there was a pleased feeling...

Wait, a 'feeling'? He looked away from his piled plate and found his gaze matched by a dragonet who was standing on his hind legs with forefeet carefully gripping the table edge. The dragon carefully avoided spearing himself with that thin bamboo stick, but also carefully avoided the tangy pineapple fruits between the pieces of meat.

Can I have some more, but from over there? The dragon was clearly addressing him, Wymer alone, and shifted his gaze from the human to a section of the floor that had checkerboard-winged dragons as well as humanoids handing out bowls and buckets for dragon hatchlings.

"Well I mean, I can't stop you," Wymer said, "but you should take it easy! You seem... a little tired."

It was fun moving around those dancers! The dragon admitted, he had certainly been able to avoid being kneed or tripped over on his way past everyone. I like you, you are kind and strong.

Wymer proved just how strong, when he picked up the dragonet carefully (like a puppy, hold the butt not the chest) and walked them over to that feeding area.

Wymer Impressed Muklukth!

Name: Muklkuth (MUCK luck th, the boots! -TH ending Pernese traditional, will carry or be modified with partner)
Gender: Male
Size: 5'11" s/l/ws
Build: burly body
Physical Features: Pernese, four legs, two wings, all with claws; head knobs and soft short neck ridge, tail spade, faceted eyes on some, pupils on others
Colors: Soft white body with snow-white Boot markings (hence the name), festive sparkly iridescent wingsails, festive ice-white ridge and tail spade; dark claws, pale ice-grey pupiled eyes
Stats: Strength 6, Speed 5, Endurance 1, Agility 5, Health 2, Intelligence 3
Abilities: 6 local teleport, telepathy; 5 nexus sense, unassisted firebreath; 4 time and nexus teleport; 1 communicate via nexus
Parents: Gertith + Surrith
Bond: Wymer King, Impressed

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Name: Erlathan
Full Name: Erlathan Staghart
Pronunciation: ER - la - than STAG - hart
Nickname: Than
Race: Fairy of the Summer Court
Birthday: September 24
Age: 232
Gender: Male
Class: Animal Healer
Deity: Viana, Goddess of Seasons
Pets: None
Current Residence: with aunt and uncle in the Spring Court of Ailan

Height: 6'4"
Build: Average
Skin Tone: Fair with Freckles
Eyes: Blue
Hair Color: Dark Blonde
Hair Length and Style: Cropped with a Fringe
Clothing Style: well made tunics with leggings and rather elaborate belts; for the ball a white dress tunic with dark grey leggings and an elaborate black belt

Parents: Housewife Mother and Groundskeeper Father
Siblings: 1 Older Sister, 1 Younger Sister, Younger Triplet Brothers
Spouse(s): Saria, Female Fairy of the Spring Court
Offspring: None
History: He was born as the second child of one of the chief groundsmen of the Summer King's palace. Unfortunately, he insulted the royal family greatly in his youth, embarassing his father horribly. After the incident, the only member of his family that he was on good terms with was his mother. For his sake, she sent him to live with her sister and husband who had no children of their own. He has lived the rest of his life in the Spring Court. Since he was young he has been able to understand animals on a certain level naturally and has cultivated this talent over the years. He now is one of a team of animal healers that serves the Spring Court. He met his wife a few years ago, and they just recently married. Viana chose him to attend the ball due to his ability to adapt to two different fairy courts.

Abilities/Skills: Seasonal Magic (summer), healing, understanding animals, particularly birds, adaptable, animal training
Personality: He loves animals and has been known to train some of the best messenger birds. He can be quick tempered, especially if an animal's safety is in question. After the disaster with his own family, he has always been reluctant to start his own, but his wife's sweet persistance finally won him over, which is why they wed. He is a hard worker and hates to be interrupted when he is in the middle of working.

Non-Bonding Companions for the Ball: Wife Saria, who is 150 years old, 5'8" with pale green eyes and light purple hair. She did not wish to separate from him so soon after they married.

Story: "Are you nervous," Saria asked him as they sat together in his aunt and uncle's home, waiting for the beginning of the ball.

"A little," Erlathan admitted with a small nod as he glanced at the invitation that the high priest had given him a week before. "I do not wish to disappoint or anger anyone."

"And you won't," his wife assured him as she snuggled closer to him while trying not to damage her appearance. "I think it will be exciting, quite the wedding trip!"

Erlathan chuckled slightly. "You did not enjoy visitng the waterfalls," he asked with a teasing half-smile.

"Oh, I did," she returned quickly before she caught the teasing glint of his eye and hit his leg, instead. "I just wished we could have had some more time to ourselves is all," she finally explained in a quiet voice.

"It couldn't be helped," he reminded her gently. He'd had to return to care for the animals at the palace.

"I know, which is why I think we should enjoy ourselves for tonight," she said with a bright smile.

Erlathan's reply was cut off as the invitation began to glow. A moment later, a portal had opened in the middle of his aunt and uncle's home. "Are you ready," he asked as he tried to swallow down his renewed nerves.

"Of course," she said as she stood eagerly before turning to him and pulling him to his feet. "Let's go, Than!"

He couldn't help but smile as they stepped through the strange portal into a well-lit tunnel of sorts. They followed the general flow of the crowd until they reached an area that seemed to have a large stage where a group was currently performing. "This music certainly is... different," he commented with a tilt of his head as he listened. He turned to Saria, only to find that she had moved away from him to one of the windows.

"Than, look at this," she called back to him in childlike excitement. "I think we're underwater!"

"I'm not so sure," Erlathan replied with a shake of his head. He'd caught a glimpse of what appeared to be stars out a different window earlier.

"What is that," she asked as something seemed to swim past their window.

Erlathan leaned closer to her and the window. "It appears to be some sort of large fish," he answered thoughtfully as he continued to observe the creature. It was certainly something he hadn't seen before, and that thought alone was enough for him to put his nerves aside and enjoy the night for what it was.

Meeting Notes (Written by Shard): Keeping up with his wife was actually more of a challenge than he expected. There was a joy to her gaze that he hadn't seen in so long on anyone around him. Anyone but her. They learned names of some of those amazing sea creatures visible through one of the big windows, they discovered treats of rice and fish and fruits, cherry wines and tarts. Everything was quite busy here; there was always something visible on the stage, even if it was just one single woman singing a heart-felt song, or a full - noisy - 'rock band'. Dancing on the wide, white marble floor was something to see!

They even went into the casino, but were wise enough to avoid dropping too many coins on card games neither of them knew much about. They'd eaten a big meal and enjoyed the sparkling wines with complete strangers. Some of them may have been from their own world, but it was quite certain that most were not!

Erlathan stared hard at his plate, wishing fervently that there was something more substantial on it. Something meaty. He furrowed his brows, that wasn't like him, really, and besides he'd eaten more than his fill!

"It is for me," a quiet voice, one with a touch of an edge to it, spoke. "I would like something? I know they have a big trough over there but I'd prefer it be you helping me to it." He noticed his wife was slightly stiff, trying not to turn her head and stare. But her eyes sought his, and he saw her cheeks begin to bunch into a smile.

Erlathan leaned back a bit, and off to his other side was a not-really-small dragonet. They'd hatched at this event, or perhaps ... somewhere else and were brought here by the same big magical portals that sent them from their own home. But information he'd been given said that most of these would be quite young, and need a bit of care before they were grown. What he did with his life was care for creatures, but he'd never met a dragon let alone cared for one. What if he screwed it up? What if -

You will not, the dragon reached out with her mind, now he knew this dragon was female by her mind. Well that was something. But could we get that meat? And you can tell me about this disaster your family had - I bet they will be falling over themselves trying to get closer once they know of me.

She was definitely not wrong... Grepixyeth had a hard to say name but was as bright and shiny as fresh polished silver against a snow drift.

Erlathan Impressed Grepixyeth!

Name: Grepixyeth (greh PIX yeth, standard -TH ending for Pernese dragons)
Gender: Female
Size: 10'8" s/l/ws
Build: burly
Physical Features: Technically Pernese, four legs and two wings, horned head with small external ears, faceted eyes, sharp spikes with webbing between on neck and hips/tail, tail fin similar, large conical claws
Colors: body metallic burnished chrome; wings metallic burnished high white; webbing flat high white, spikes flat silver; horns and claws black; indigo faceted eyes
Stats: Strength 3, Speed 1, Endurance 5, Agility 1, Health 6, Intelligence 6
Abilities: 6 empathy, foresight, local teleport; 4 unassisted firebreath; 3 verbal speech, nexus teleport; 2 time teleport; 1 telepathy
Parents: Thaljath + Olelikoth
Bond: Erlathan Staghart, Impression

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Name: Varrazos
Full Name: Varrazos Xastrok
Pronunciation: VAHR - rah - zohs ZAH - strohk
Nickname: None
Race: Demon
Birthday: September 8th
Age: 418
Gender: Male
Class: Overseer
Deity: Morbis, God of Chaos
Pets: None
Current Residence: Blissfully alone in a small but comfortable cave

Height: 5'11"
Build: Broad and Muscular
Skin Tone: Dark Red
Eyes: Bright Red
Hair Color: Black
Hair Length and Style: Cropped and Practical
Clothing Style: usually no shirt and some loose fitting pants as decent shirts are hard to come by that will easily accomodate his draconic wings; for the ball a black chain-linked, sleeveless shirt that leaves most of his back bare for his wings, a black ruby enrusted belt, and dark gray pants

Parents: Both Deceased
Siblings: 4 Older Brothers, 1 Older sister, 1 Younger Sister, 3 Younger Brothers
Spouse(s): None
Offspring: None
History: He was born to a large family and entered the military at a young age. Through hard work and perserverence he rose to the rank of captain in the demon king's army. At that point, Morbis chose him as one of his own to complete missions in the mortal realm. He, naturally, applies himself fully to his work, and his missions seldom fail. He now trains others underneath him to do the same. Morbis has chosen him to accompany Vedrima to the ball in order to keep her in line. He is not looking forward to it.

Abilities/Skills: Very strong, proficient in multiple weapons including sword, dagger, axe, and whip, excellent memory
Personality: He is very no nonsense. He hates slackers, and he definitely believes if you're going to do something at all, you might as well do it well. He has little sympathy for complainers and a rather quick temper when others try to make excuses for their mistakes. He enjoys his solitude away from the idiots he has to lead.

Non-Bonding Companions for the Ball: None

Meeting Notes (Written by Shard): It was getting later in the evening, perhaps late in the event itself given that it was meant to be a midnight bash. The pair this time were just stunning - muscular builds in their sire who stood upright most of the time, and that long stretch of their mother. And it was one that looked in some ways quite similar to that dam, who swaggered over to the red-skinned demon whose patience had worn quite thin over the night.

I can keep her in check, a voice as proud and strong as his own came into Varrazos' mind. I can keep eyes on your enemies and your allies both.

Varrazos stood tall, his wings shifting to avoid knocking over the silver tray holding plates and his empty wine glass. Though this was still a hatchling, he stood on his hind legs, balancing with that long split and dangerously spiny tail as well as with the brightly marked wings. And he stood nearly eye to eye with the demon. It was impossible to miss the danger on this dragon - some animals had coloration that displayed their toxins or venom inclination and this one... This one was just burning with potential threat.

A smile moved over Varrazos' lips. "I would be honored to show you around when we get home."

The dragon introduced himself, "Belur Sheva, I am." He dipped back to the floor, finally exhausted from his walk and strutting. "I am... hungry," so he also displayed the ability to speak and not just with telepathy? Oh this was marvelous. It seemed the dragon knew that, too.

Varrazos is the companion of Belur Sheva!

Name: Belur Sheva (bell LURE she VAH, a mixture of the parents names, as apparently is now tradition for the dad's line; if bred into more complicated naming, readopt mother's ' or any other changes)
Gender: Male
Size: 12'3" hip /l/ws bipedal
Build: upright, very strong
Physical Features: Azon/Halloween Mutt, bipedal though often can run on all fours, with four legs and two main wings, with large claws on all; small hip-wings (nonfunctional), split-ended tail with spikes and poison stingers; angular head with external ears, sharp back swept horns, webbed head and neck spines; pupiled eyes
Colors: body high black with graphite fire-line markings, belly soft white flame marks, legs and tail soft white stocking markings, face smoke flame marking; wings soft white marked with high black flames; spines high white, claws and horns black; crest webbing high white with graphite flame markings; green eyes
Stats: Strength 5, Speed 1, Endurance 2, Agility 4, Health 2, Intelligence 5
Abilities: 6 infernal senses (detects and can manipulate evil or selfish types), poison stingers (powerful, deadly); 5 magical breath (you choose effects or damage type, affects any weak to magic); 4 void teleport, flight strength; 3 telepathy and verbal speech, chameleon colors (not active), (spirit magic inactive due to infernal); 2 local teleport; 1 nexus teleport
Parents: Sheng Stac'ver + Vassago Thain
Bond: Varrazos Xastrok, Voluntary Companionship

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Name: Vedrima
Full Name: Vedrima Molmuth
Pronunciation: veh - DREE - mah MOHL - muth
Nickname: None
Race: Demon
Birthday: June 12th
Age: 202
Gender: Female
Class: Succubus
Deity: Morbis, God of Chaos
Pets: None
Current Residence: With Oldest Sister

Height: 5'10"
Build: Curvy
Skin Tone: Light Blue
Eyes: Bright Blue
Hair Color: Dark Purple
Hair Length and Style: To Low Back and Full
Clothing Style: she usually wears long dresses that are easy to move in and lots of jewelry; for the ball, she is wearing a rather revealing white gown with a black belt around her waist and several gold bangles on her arms

Parents: Deceased Mother, Father Lives with his Mistress
Siblings: 4 Older Sisters
Spouse(s): None
Offspring: None
History: She was born as the youngest child of a court magician and his wife. She was spoiled terribly by her parents and older sisters. When her mother died, her father brought his mistress into their home, and she subsequently left to live with her oldest sister. She used to be an entertainer for the royal court, but when she grew into her looks, she was pulled into Varrazos's team of special forces. Her missions usually involve seducing mortals, which she hates. She'd much rather go back to dancing. Morbis has chosen her to attend the ball to gather information on the other dimensions and how they are connected and mostly to get her out of the way as she causes trouble.

Abilities/Skills: Persuasion, Illusion Magic, Dancing, Baking
Personality: She is extraordinarily lazy. Her motto is, "Why do something yourself if someone else can do it for you?" She constantly shirks duties by tricking or persuading others to do her assignments. She is selfish and self-serving. She is very intelligent and uses it to her advantage.

Non-Bonding Companions for the Ball: None

Meeting Notes (Written by Shard): On their arrival, she had laughed as the demon escorting her gave her a glare (trying to keep her from trouble, oh please, it was a party that's what you're supposed to be doing). She picked up a large glass of wine from one of the little checkerboard dragon ushers, oh they were so busy-busy... Vedrima knew that actually making a party of any size come off without a hitch required a lot of effort. She'd rather attend them, in fact she'd rather not even see the busy work and back breaking lead up at all - she wanted to be on the dance floor, or prowling the casino, or even just standing before the big improbable windows overlooking eerie depths or distant worlds.

Maybe if she kept moving, though, her stuffy companion on this trip would lose her and lighten up a little himself. She knew he wasn't the type to get onto the dance floor, obviously. But she bet that if they had a sparring arena he would have liked that. Not that she cared. An hour until midnight, after she'd danced with a dozen different partners and even had a mock rivalry between herself and another of a group that arrived almost entirely to dance, Vedrima took a bit of a breather. There were plenty of tables to relax around, including a bunch of them that were populated by those simply seeking a bit of rest from the dance floor - groups unrelated save for their enjoyment focused on that aspect of the party. By this time, though, some of those tables were thinning out, because of... well, because of the dragons.

A good number of the attendees were being chosen by the black and white and silver and grey dragons as they were presented over the course of the night. They now had things to think on other than enjoying the evening. As two more groups of those dragons were spreading from different arched nooks, Vedrima poked at the plate in front of her. It was good, spiced strips of meat served over a bed of crispy ... 'chips'. But it wasn't what she really desired, there was something missing.

Shall I suggest, you miss having someone to back you up?

Staring at the plate, hard, Vedrima blinked and wondered if someone had spiked her drink - more than it already was.

No no, silly, she heard a strange high-pitched screeching laugh nearby, I'm sure your food is fine... it's me you want to look at!

She did look - one of those dragons with the incredibly complicated markings was staring back at her. They were small just now, 'foal' sized apparently by their horse-like shapes, but this one? Oh she was just lovely! Her markings sparkled like ripples through the champagne! We'll be able to get away or into trouble quick and easy.

Vedrima smiled broadly, though she did make note that her stuffy demonic companion had also apparently found a friend among the other dragons. Didn't bode well, but she had now definitely doubled the chance to pester them!

Vedrima is the companion of Chaen Leveth ahlHadaa!

Name: Chaen Leveth ahlHadaa (CHAIN leh VETH awul hah DAA, 'moves like oil', the last name is optional for those who are not biped shifters, but can carry if desired)
Gender: Female, can shift gender consciously^ (+preference as desired)
Size: 8' s/l/ws
Build: sturdy horse
Physical Features: Perneseish/Zekiran/Zebra-kin, slightly furry hide; 3+thumb / claw paws, +wrist finger wings; mane and tail tuft hair; back pointing straight horns - slight Pernese influence no knobs though; horse-like face; no external ears but hears fine; pupiled eyes
Colors: Body high white with complex light grey fire-stripe markings, including backs of wings, soft white paw markings; undersides of wings are high white with dark grey complex fire line markings; mane and tail graphite with dark grey stripes; soft white claws and horns, indigo pupiled eyes
Stats: Strength 1, Speed 3, Endurance 4, Agility 4, Health 6, Intelligence 3
Abilities: 6 Telepathy, Local and Nexus teleport; 5 verbal speech; 4 immortality (will not age, but can be hurt), Gender shift note that she was hatched as female, and that is her default form, but can concentrate and be male or genderless, or multiples if really desired, for a period of about 5 days at most, before she must revert, this is not easy to maintain but she could still sire offspring in that time; 3 Shape shifting carried only, if bred to another shifter type this may become active in offspring, however at this level she can move the markings on her wings as an 'appearance shift' without much difficulty; (Telekinesis and Firebreath only carried but may appear if presented with the right partner)
Parents: Evugith + Fadhila
Bond: Vedrima Molmuth, Voluntary Companionship

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Name: Saevel
Full Name: Saevel
Pronunciation: SAY - vehl
Nickname: None
Race: Reaper
Birthday: February 16th
Age: 333
Gender: Genderless
Class: Gatherer
Deity: Tirrus, God of Death
Pets: None
Current Residence: Toran, Realm of the Dead

Height: 6'3"
Build: Average
Skin Tone: Ghostly Pale
Eyes: Black
Hair Color: White
Hair Length and Style: To Hips and Straight
Clothing Style: usually a plain black robe; for the ball, they will be wearing a black robe with silver runes embroidered upon it at Tirrus's insistence

Parents: None
Siblings: None
Spouse(s): None
Offspring: None
History: They were created by Tirrus when a plague suddenly hit the mortals, and the god needed more help in gathering souls. Their entire existence revolves around gathering the souls of the dead for the god they serve. Over the years, they have heard many stories from all races, and recently, they have begun to look for a companion to keep them company. Their ever increasing loneliness is what made Tirrus send them to the ball.

Abilities/Skills: Extreme Speed, Resistant to Illness, Gathering Souls
Personality: They are fully dedicated to their duties. They lack empathy for others but try to be kind when gathering souls. They are very factual and practical. Still, they desire a companion with whom they can converse and share burdens. They are rather indifferent to most things but rather enjoy the stars.

Non-Bonding Companions for the Ball: None

Meeting Notes (Written by Shard): Everyone here was living, well almost everyone, and that set Saevel apart. But their power over souls was actually... not as unique among the powerful of this group than the Gatherer expected. They did notice how many dead still lingered near the one exit, the one to the facility beyond called Rapture. Oh, not all of them had drowned, loitering on the sea floor with the pull of the tides not even reaching them. Some had died from violence or self inflicted passions, overdoses, odd power use that came from locally produced magical potions called Plasmids.

All of that, Saevel simply knew. They also knew how far from the sky, the stars, the heavens, this place was, at least the physical manifestation of it. It overlapped numerous dimensions, one of which was their own. The place probably wouldn't remain connected, of course. Saevel gave a nod of respect to the pair of human-appearing men nearby; they were not human, in any way, nor were their souls mortal. They both had extremely strong ties to this place, both magically and physically. One of them had resided here long before, the other - the same man from another dimension - had come with dragons.

And it was a dragon that sat, staring patiently, at Saevel, around three hours until midnight. It had very dark hide and black and white wings, a paler belly.
We are waiting, the dragon bespoke. Though there was a strange tug at Saevel's deepest self, the dragon's mind only brushed up against it, didn't invade nor push on it. We will continue to wait. You will see.

What Saevel did see was that this dragon was ... bonded to his very essence, delicately, gently. The dragon's mind was tired, well more exhausted than sleepy - though apparently the 'knockoffs' were engineered and created using machinery and magic, they still hatched out of shells and were still little baby dragons when all was said and done. Saevel gleaned that the word moving through their mind was a name: Hutamsh. Bigger versions of that dragon's siblings had... stars on their wings, or other such markings, so the stars were still in its blood. That, for whatever reason, pleased Saevel.

Now two, they wandered the floor silently. Sometimes, Saevel carried the dragonet, but it felt a little odd doing so. This was not a body, to be split from its essence. It would need care, which Saevel would certainly provide.

And me? Will you provide for me too? I would like to learn what you do. I see them too, the spirits. This dragon was almost as opposite as you could get from Hutamsh: upright, brightly white, but also bearing those checkerboard markings common to the ones that had been formed for reasons unknown.

Saevel understood that reason: because there were a lot of people here, who would benefit from this companionship, just like they were going to.

"Yunsheva," Saevel said, and the dragonet nodded once in reply.

Saevel has bonded with Hutamsh and Yunsheva!

Name: Hutamsh (HOO tamsh, -amsh is the clutch name for knockoffs, and will carry -TH end if promoted to Pawn for breeding purposes if desired)
Gender: Male
Size: 4'2" s/l/ws
Build: burly, sleek
Physical Features: Pernese/Pyrrhan, four legs, two wings, all with claws; strong neck; spaded tail with double row of spine/nubs; hide with scaled armor (spliced features carry as-is to any Pernese, may lapse to scaled with similar pair); face sharp with back-pointing horns, external ears, spike crest; eyes may be faceted or pupiled
Colors: Black Pawn 1, body richly black with dark silver-grey belly; armor alternates bright shiny white and black; wingsails bold checkerboard; horns white, claws black; eyes pupiled green
Stats: Strength, Speed, Endurance, Agility, Health, Intelligence average 3 for most, 4 for one and 2 for one your choices
Abilities: 3 average ability with most things available to the clutch Pieces (Telepathy, Verbal Speech, local and nexus teleport, firebreath), however no added longevity and Stealth limited to 2 (this may change based on their bond choice)
Parents: Donor clutch Amrith + 50 Shades of Grey
Bond: Saevel, Voluntary Multibond

Name: Yunsheva (yoon she VAH, a mixture of the parents names, as apparently is now tradition for the dad's line; if bred into more complicated naming, readopt mother's ' or any other changes; their knockoffs end in -sheva and proudly display most of their traits)
Gender: Female
Size: 6'2" at head /l/ws bipedal
Build: muscular
Physical Features: Azon/Halloween Mutt, bipedal though often can run on all fours, with four legs and two main wings, with large claws on all; small hip-wings (nonfunctional), split-ended tail with spikes and poison stingers; angular head with external ears, sharp back swept horns, webbed head and neck spines; pupiled eyes
Colors: White Pawn 1, bright white body with muzzle and tail checkerboards, spikes are dark, horns and claws white, all webbing on neck and wingsails are checkerboard; dark green eyes
Stats: Strength, Speed, Endurance, Agility, Health, Intelligence all average 3 with one being 2 and one more 4 your choices
Abilities: while the knockoffs are less skilled than their full size Piece siblings, the White Pawns can still use Spirit powers and Verbal Speech with ease (level 6), with 4 for Telepathy, local and nexus teleportation; and 2 for magical breath and poison stingers; if bred, they cannot pass the Void / Infernal powers of their Black Pawn siblings
Parents: Donor clutch Sheng Stac'ver + Vassago Thain
Bond: Saevel, Voluntary Multibond

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Name: Ayla
Full Name: Ayla Lenville
Pronunciation: AI - luh LEHN - vil
Nickname: None
Race: Fairy of the Autumn Court
Birthday: January 25th
Age: 251
Gender: Female
Class: Noble
Deity: Viana, Goddess of Seasons
Pets: None
Current Residence: Royal Palace of the Autumn Court

Height: 5'11"
Build: Average with Minimal Curves
Skin Tone: Lightly Tanned
Eyes: Gold
Hair Color: Rich Brown
Hair Length and Style: To Mid Back and Curly
Clothing Style: She usually wears simple tunics and leggings when she can get away with it. Otherwise, it is simple dresses; for the ball, she'll be in a full white ballgown with silver embellishments.

Parents: Human Mother, Fairy Father
Siblings: Three Older Half-Brothers
Spouse(s): None
Offspring: None
History: She was born as the fourth and illegitimate child of the second prince of the Autumn Court. When her magic began to manifest itself, the king demanded that his son bring her to their realm, but her father ultimately has little to do with her. She was raised mostly by servants and is treated as an outcast among the social elite of the court for her mortal blood. Viana has chosen her to attend the ball in the hopes that she will find acceptance among other dimensional travelers.

Abilities/Skills: Weak Seasonal Magic (Autumn), Horseback Riding, Archery
Personality: She despises finery and anything to do with the upper classes of the autumn court as it reminds her of her father, whom she hates. She avoids social gatherings whenever possible as she neither fits into the upper class nor the lower one. She is rather bitter regarding her heritage and often wishes to return to the mortal realm in order to locate her mother whom she barely remembers.

Non-Bonding Companions for the Ball: Her maid and only friend Shanyrria, who is 180 years old and 5'11" with dark brown hair and light brown eyes. She feels responsible for her mistress despite being much younger and wished to accompany her.

Meeting Notes (Written by Shard): There were whispers and then mutters and then cheers and shouts, when the first of the groups of dragons emerged from their private lodges. It was four hours until midnight according to the big black clock above the dance floor, and it made sense that some of the earliest participants in the event would have their hatchings first. The dragons that came from that archway (which was white at the top, black at the bottom, and mixed along the edges in a sparkling dot pattern) resembled the arch in significant ways! The parents were lovely, and Shanyrria pulled her mistress' sleeve. "They're so festive, don't you think?"

It was all that Ayla could do to remain civil, but... but then she did turn to look at the dance floor. So many people still on it, dancing in the corners and edges, but through the middle walked a bunch of wide-winged (and slightly sleepy looking) dragons. They hardly came to a human knee, but then again the parents of the clutch hardly stood higher than a human head. And they were lovely, weren't they?

Ayla put another cheese popper into her mouth, it was odd that she was so hungry, she'd been munching here and there while dodging attempts to get her on that very same dance floor. Everyone was so dressed up and fancy and... ugh, it just made her edged and angry. How could she have let anyone convince her - even a goddess - to come here?

What about me? Can... can I convince you? Aren't I worth it?

She looked up sharply, glancing around, looking for the source of the voice. It wasn't a goddess, it wasn't Shanyrria's voice, certainly. Until her eye was drawn downward. The voices around them were turning hushed, as if everyone was holding their breath. Why? It was because a small dragonet had walked toward their small table. Shanyrria breathed, whispering, "it looks like your dress, it matches you," but said nothing more that Ayla could hear. The noises in the background all faded into a muddled blur as the green sparkling eyes met hers.

Everyone will want to see you, and respect you, I promise. The dragon bespoke carefully. She was... lovely? Though small and somewhat unsure of her step, she announced, I am Tjuetoth, it's time for you to become new, like the night into day.

"Well that was surprisingly deep," Ayla chuckled. How would she adjust to this new role? What would it really be? Who knew, but she now had a dragon to show for it.

Ayla Impressed Tjuetoth!

Name: Tjuetoth (CHEW toth, traditional Pernese -TH ended name will carry in offspring or be modified by other types; Norwegian for new year)
Gender: Female
Size: 6'4" s/l/ws
Build: high butt, long wings
Physical Features: Pernese, four legs and two wings all with short claws, long neck with boxy head, prominent fangs, high crest, faceted eyes; slender tail with spade tip
Colors: Body mainly mist point marked with light grey; wingsails lightning marked dark grey with silver; crest and tail spade solid black; claws dark; green faceted eyes
Stats: Strength 4, Speed 5, Endurance 2, Agility 2, Health 6, Intelligence 3
Abilities: 6 nexus teleport; 5 nonhuman bonding 3 local teleport; 2 telepathy; 1 multibond preference, assisted firebreath
Parents: Ancheoth + Tehndarinth
Bond: Ayla Lenville, Impressed

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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

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Name: Irin
Full Name: Irin Krismyar
Pronunciation: EER - ihn KRIHS - mee - ahr
Nickname: Ir
Race: Valkyrie
Birthday: June 18th
Age: 88
Gender: Female
Class: Seer
Deity: Niesis, God of Judgment
Pets: None
Current Residence: Toran, Realm of the Dead

Height: 5'3"
Build: Muscular
Skin Tone: Dark Tan
Eyes: Gray
Hair Color: Black
Hair Length and Style: Chin Length and Wavy
Clothing Style: Despite her change in duties, she still usually wears a tunic, leggings, and leather armor wherever she goes; for the ball, she has been convinced to wear dress robes in black with silver embellishments. It's a one time thing.

Parents: Both Deceased
Siblings: 1 Older Sister, 1 Younger Sister, 1 Younger Brother
Spouse(s): None
Offspring: None
History: She was born to two guardian parents. Both of her parents were killed in battle. While she was still fairly young, she began training to become a guardian herself and is very skilled with a sword and spear after years of training. Unfortunately, her plans were completely derailed when her scrying abilities decided to manifest shortly before her first assignment. Due to the rarity of her Sight gift, she was immediately transferred to train as a seer, instead. Her elder sister has been disappointed with her ever since, and she eventually left her childhood home after a horrible row with her sister. Her younger sister soon joined her, and the two enjoy sparring together as her sister trains to become a guardian. She still longs for the adventures that she thought she would go on and feels stifled as a seer, which is why Niesis has chosen her to attend the ball.

Abilities/Skills: ability to hide/manifest her black feathered wings, excellent fighting skills, basic offensive magic, scrying abilities, basic blacksmithing
Personality: She is rather cynical. She has a quick temper and little sympathy for ignorance or those that annoy her. Despite their differences, she loves Ansiel as her best friend and is fiercely loyal and protective of him, seeing herself as his personal guardian.

Non-Bonding Companions for the Ball: None

Meeting Notes (Written by Shard): At 3 hours until midnight, it was an almost endless parade of varied - and tiny - dragonets that came from their hatching nooks. What they lacked in size, they absolutely made up for in sheer volume, how many eggs did these little things even produce?! There were white with black, black with white, silvery and graphite dragons. There were a few that were tall and lean, and then... these glossy, sleek, catlike dragonets that prowled with more grace than most.

They seemed slightly intimidated by some folks, but obviously took this in stride. A dragon could choose who they left this place with, right? If they did?

"If we did not leave, that would mean someone would be going home without us," something said.

Irin furrowed her brow. On looking downward (... quite a way down in fact) she spotted a dragon black as tar save for the absolutely brilliant white wings. Big sharp claws emerged from her paws, and there would be horns on her head eventually. Irin looked around to the others of this type - and realized that she was significantly bigger than her clutch mates.

I do not have to be large to be the queen, the dragonet bespoke, but then Irin's heart skipped a beat, I will be going home with you, you know.

Irin straightened up a bit, surprised, "a... queen wants to come home with me?"

"The very one," that dark and impressively shiny dragoness said, with a very catlike purr.

Irin Impressed Thranth'Alkar!

Name: Thranth'Alkar (as slurred 'trance' AWL kar, naming convention thanks to dad's side of things since mother is basically Pernese the first name is -TH ended, if bred to another with a last name, modify it accordingly or use Alkar)
Gender: Female
Size: 5'2" s/l/ws
Build: catflitter
Physical Features: Pernese mutt with highly cat-like qualities, including four legs and 2 wings all with sharp large claws, wing wrist has two claws; split-ended tail; head has external ears, and long back-pointing horns; offspring are split with either faceted or pupiled eyes
Colors: body reflective high black, wings transparent shiny high white; horns and claws dark; violet pupiled eyes
Stats: Strength 3, Speed 4, Endurance 3, Agility 4, Health 4, Intelligence 3
Abilities: 6 blood magic (strong empathy, sense life nearby, detect and communicate with family, minor empathic control), speed burst; 4 unassisted firebreath, plane shift; 3 verbal speech, local teleport; 2 fire manipulation; 1 telepathy, nexus teleport
Parents: Kelirith + Baniar'Alkar
Bond: Irin Krismyar, Impressed

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Name: Lucius
Full Name: Lucius Darknoll
Pronunciation: LOO - shuhs DAHRK - nohll
Nickname: None
Race: Human (werewolf)
Birthday: October 9th
Age: 33
Gender: Male
Class: Werewolf Hunter
Deity: Rialdir, God of Change
Pets: None
Current Residence: New London

Height: 6'2"
Build: Average
Skin Tone: Fair
Eyes: Dark Blue
Hair Color: Dark Brown
Hair Length and Style: To Shoulders, Usually Tied Back
Clothing Style: Usually, he wears a shrit, waistcoat, trousers, and boots; for the ball, he will be wearing a dark gray shrit, black trousers, black boots, white crevat, black coat with tails, black waistcoat with white embroidery, and a black top hat

Parents: Both Deceased
Siblings: 1 older brother
Spouse(s): None
Offspring: None
History: Lucius was born as the second son of a happily married couple. His parents were both killed by a werewolf while travelling, and his brother, who is several years older than him finished raising him. He has dedicated his life to hunting werewolves alongside his brother. Unfortunately, he was bitten while hunting down a particularly viscious one three years ago. Luckily, with the magic and technology available in New London, he was able to procure a special amulet that allows him to better combat his wolfish instincts and fight off his monthly transformations. Still, his brother refuses to speak to him, disgusted by what he has become. Since he was bitten, he has formed a society that hunts down and tries to help werewolves that can still be saved while still eliminating those that have lost their minds or who are purposefully viscious. Over the last year, he has begun to yearn for a true pack of his own and managed to acquire an invitation to the ball in the hopes of finding something or someone there.

Abilities/Skills: Swordfighting, Shooting, Great Strength and Speed, Enhanced Senses, Tracking, Leadership, Strategy
Personality: He is a very confident man and can be a bit flirtatious in the right mood. He is very opinionated but willing to listen to others' ideas. He is logical and a great strategist. He hates what he has become but sees no use in bemoaning the fact. He is rather bitter over losing his brother because of it, however. He longs for companionship but has yet to find anyone to fill that role.

Non-Bonding Companions for the Ball: None

Meeting Notes (Written by Shard): It felt fairly strange to be standing at a bar picking up a dark beer with a pale head - and the bartender was apparently a raccoon woman. Now, she wasn't unattractive, in fact she was... markedly pretty. But if she seemed ill at ease with any of the humans or elves or whatever else was here, she didn't show it in any way. She had a brilliant smile with little pointy teeth, an afro which almost covered her ears, velvety brown skin with black and grey accents, and that distinct mask marking on her face; he wasn't sure whether the fur trim over her snug shiny grey dress was her own or part of the outfit. Lucius was apt to stare, but it appeared she was completely comfortable with that - or she was so used to it that it didn't seem to matter. She pushed the Guinness at him with a napkin under it and a wink. "Have some fun," she suggested.

It was less than an hour later when she took a break, found him, and dragged him to the dance floor. She had a fuller tail than any 'real' raccoon but then she was either half-human or ... something else. Not a shifter, not like him. And yet, this was the most fun he'd had in years. Brandy tugged on his elbow while they were in mid-swing, "Something is happening," she said, and glanced to the edge of the room.

Others paused in their dance too, because a pair of stunning dragons were leading their offspring out from their nook and through the big room. They were on the tall side, but long too, with tails that just kept going, and were covered in a downy fluff even as hatchlings. Most of the little ones bumbled about, occasionally staggering or pausing to gain their footing again. Some of them sniffed at a dancer, moved around, looked at those at the tables beyond, or outright stood up and gave chittering discussions to their new friend. They sure were shiny, and ran the whole gamut between rich black and sparkly white.

One of them nudged Brandy, who laughed, "well, I suppose I can give him up for a dance or two." She'd gone back to her station at the wide bar before he could even speak. But then there was something else to consider, and that was the black furred dragon who had interrupted.

"Mine," she said, "you, we wait now." Perhaps she spoke this way because - well, she was just hatched, wasn't she? She'd certainly become more adept at it with time.

Lucius blinked a few times after pondering that. "Wait, you're -"

"Mine, Feibuu's," she reiterated. And then she walked with confidence to a section of the floor that had been prepared for new dragons to feed. Lucius wasn't the only one with the baffled expression, others definitely were amused or confused in varying degrees by their new friends. He could feel the gentle ping of her mind, though it wasn't as invasive as he expected if this was a bond?

No, that came an hour or so later, when some described as 'Pernese' came out. He heard muttering that the parents were pretty far from 'pure' if that was the breed, but he didn't know what that might mean, and it didn't matter. A dragon much lighter than the first though still clearly 'dark' stomped up and sat down with a stare directly at Feibuu and then at Lucius.

"It is okay," Feibuu said. She didn't seem exasperated, but she might want to work on her inflection.

I want to come with you too. I am Mawlaeju and I am hungry.

Lucius found that he knew both of those things before the dragon even expressed them telepathically. Back to the feeding floor it was! This was one of the 'knockoff' types? Well it seemed perfectly good, if smaller than some. Checkerboard patterns improbably on its wings, now that would be ... challenging, in some settings.

Even more challenging would be the second dragonet that insisted they come along with the existing pair. This one was bicolored with a dark body and lighter belly, but still had the checkerboard patternings on its wings and ridges. (Though apparently these were 'much more like Pernese' than before...) Their features were different, but then again weren't all species just a bit different from place to place? Taomami inserted themselves into the werewolf's mind with a gentle pleased feeling. Much more pleased when they were full of fresh cut meat, and resting with the other two.

His pack was growing, Lucius realized. At least two of them would remain pretty small, but he did wonder... how would he feed them all? Where would they roost?

As the trio snoozed and he sipped at champagne toward midnight, he decided he'd figure that out when he got home. For now, he watched the celebration with a smile.

Lucius has bonded with Feibuu Nye'nnay and Impressed Taomami and Mawlaeju.

Name: Feibuu Nye'nnay (FYE boo NYE uh nay; Since they are supermutt with Legend Drak bloodlines they have a given name, a clutch moniker (in this case nye standing for New Year's Eve/nt for several different pairs), an ' elide, and a parent-determined last portion (in this case females get nnay, males get aynn). If they breed with further Drak like lines, or those which have naming conventions of some sort, this should carry logically, though the complexity of the Legend Drak naming has been simplified a bit for this clutch)
Gender: Female (+preference as desired)
Size: 8'1" s/l/ws
Build: tall, strong
Physical Features: Drak-like supermutt, four legs with heavy claws, fluff on back legs; four wings two main and two butt-wings, with claws on the fore and Shatternak-styled wing barbs on hind; head has two horns, ear floof, a silky mane, multicolored sclera with pupil; tail has floof and a sharp (poison?) spine; they are furry but they are also egg-layers
Colors*: body shiny grained smoke grey; wings matte graphite; buttwings shiny grained platinum; mane and tail grades from high white to silver; horn, claws, and some struts flat black, horn and struts high white; ear floof high black; violet eyes; note that her coloration remains in the grey scale but with concentration she can cause mottling and shine to change, shimmering or appearing one shade at one angle, and different at another
Stats: Strength 2, Speed 6, Endurance 2, Agility 4, Health 2, Intelligence 4
Abilities: 6 spit^, gene alteration@; 5 nexus teleport; 4 local teleport, Color shift*; 3 stinger^, portal to specific location, verbal speech; 1 telepathy ^=choose what specific effect spit and stinger produce (ie: hallucination, sleep, pain, poisonous, etc) @=genetic alteration occurs with concentration during mating/clutching, and she can alter many features in offspring such as hide/scales, wing types, build, gender, etc
Parents: Merajanay + Bales apa Larsis'Iann
Bond: Lucius Darknoll, Multibond



Name: Taomami (as towel, tao MOMMY, naming convention varied from Pernese -TH ended, will only become important if promoted and bred)
Gender: (choose+preference as desired)
Size: 4'5" s/l/ws (slightly taller than average for this set)
Build: Strong wings, long tail
Physical Features: Pernese, hide skin with possible iridescence resembling scaling, four legs and two wings with large claws on all, boxy head with knobs and a low neck ridge, fleshy ridge on rump and high tail, split ended tail, faceted eyes
Colors: Black Pawn 2, nearly black body with belly markings from chin to mid tail in a light grey; wingsails and ridge bold checkerboard; eyes faceted peachy-red; claws light
Stats: Strength, Speed, Endurance, Agility, Health, Intelligence average 2 in all, with one at 4
Abilities: average 3 in all normal Pernese powers, though unless promoted to full Pawn, cannot use special clutch abilities (search, time, verbal)
Parents: donor clutch Maranth + Minath
Bond: Lucius Darknoll, Impressed Multibond



Name: Mawlaeju (maw LAY joo, having technically a -TH ending to their normal name, this won't be important unless promoted)
Gender: (choose+preference as desired)
Size: 3'2" s/l/ws
Build: slinky strong
Physical Features: Pernese with embellishments, four legs and two wings all with short sharp claws; long muscular tail with spade; dished head with knobs having short horns, faceted eyes, and a tall segmented crest
Colors: Black Pawn 7, dark smooth grey body, bright transparent wingsails with checkerboard pattern, solid checkerboard on cret and tail; claws light, eyes faceted dark blue
Stats: Strength, Speed, Endurance, Agility, Health, Intelligence average 2 except for Agility of 4
Abilities: as their larger counterparts only they cannot use firebreath and cannot control humanoids, have an average of 2 level in most things otherwise, and a 5 in flitter control
Parents: donor clutch Laeurath + Juth
Bond: Lucius Darknoll, Impressed Multibond

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Sisters of Starlight - A coven of witches who all share a deep love of the stars.

Name: Zena
Full Name: Zena Shadowend
Pronunciation: ZEE - nah SHA - doh - ehnd
Nickname: None
Race: Human
Birthday: May 23rd
Age: 24
Gender: Female
Class: Witch
Deity: Rialdir, God of Change
Pets: None
Current Residence: wilds of Ershan, realm of mortals

Height: 5'9"
Build: Skinny
Skin Tone: Fair
Eyes: Dark Brown
Hair Color: Blonde
Hair Length and Style: To Chin and Curly
Clothing Style: Plain dresses in neutral colors; for the ball, a pale gray dress with darker gray trim with her black ceremonial robe thrown over it

Parents: Widowed Father
Siblings: 1 Younger Sister
Spouse(s): None
Offspring: None
History: She was born into an unusual family since her witch mother was actually married to her father. However, her mother died giving birth to her younger sister. Still, her father chose to follow the traditions of their culture and continued to stay with her mother's coven. As she grew, it was her father that taught her about the stars, and she learned to love them from him. At fifteen, she was sent to find her own coven on her Search as all witches belonging to the official sisterhood are. She spent four years wandering from town to town before she found Ava, and the two decided to form their own coven together. Once they found their other three members, they were able to officially join the sisterhood of witches, but they have yet to find a permanent home, which has caused Zena much stress.

Abilities/Skills: Mind Magic, Foresight, Potion Making, Healing Magic, Astrology, Astronomy
Personality: She is the unofficial leader of the coven despite not being the oldest. She does her absolute best to look after the others in their group. She is strong-willed and stubborn. She tends to be bossy and protective.

Non-Bonding Companions for the Ball: None

Meeting Notes (Written by Shard):She'd led the group of five witches for a short time, but they had uphill work: finding a safe place to reside, to set down roots and begin founding their traditions and coven proper. They were tired, still young but definitely not as exuberant as they could be. They would pack up, set down, march around the landscape in endless search for just the right place. It was supposed to call to them, wasn't it? Their place? It had yet to do so, maybe they still needed to wander. To the hills, into the mountains, follow a river, stay clear of that marsh, was that a beach? They'd seen a lot, but nothing was right.

When they were somehow summoned into this place, the wide semi-natural pale rock cavern, they all knew it was magical. But it was more than that. Artistically placed glowing plants, some of them moving slightly and bobbing down into themselves like a snail's eye as they passed, but returning to cast a pale yellow-green light, other plants had speckles of purple, others still glowed softly blue or violet. It was very pretty, it was relaxing, at the same time slightly confusing.

Where exactly were they? It was supposed to be a party, and they'd arrived reasonably early it appeared. There were dragons, a pair of them walked side by side rumbling to one another as if it was nothing, heading into a much brighter corridor. Small dragonets scampered around, dapper little creatures, black and white and chrome with what looked like bow ties, all finding places for humans and dragons alike. There was the coat check, here was the money exchange if you needed one, oh yes there's a casino don't spend it all in one place! Her coven stood wide-eyed and a little bit open-mouthed as they entered the ballroom. The gods certainly had given them a gift, in passing along the invitation to the coven.

More dragons stood on a broad semi-circular stage, one was trilling high while another pounded his tail on the floor and shook the rafters. "I'm going to find us a table," Silvaria proclaimed, and the others followed her beckoning arm.

All but Zena. Something nagged at her, she'd seen something in the corner of her eye and indicated that she would catch up. Was it this casino? Or ... no, it was definitely not a casino. She'd smelled something too, a little sharp, but not entirely unpleasant. At the last left turn she took, a white door stood slightly open. Wooden door, simple but not plain, painted or perhaps just made of white material. Beyond it, a comfortable room. She couldn't see the ceiling, it was either smoky or misty or maybe there wasn't one. All three were true. A comfortable looking chair with foot rests built in, like a barber's chair, was the only furniture in there, and she decided why not - why not. Sitting in it she was suddenly aware that the room was very much alive with magic.

She felt but couldn't see what must have been hands, gentle but determined. Her cloak was moved, it would be too warm to keep wearing it all night anyway but she would have to retrieve it. Her left arm prepared, and ... she heard buzzing distantly, scraping of stone, and a distinct but incomprehensible chant. She was determined not to wince or whine, but there was a needle or a stick or perhaps a claw dipped in ink that was drawing itself over the ball of her shoulder. It hurt but not so much that she needed to cry out. She'd felt worse, by far, that one time she slid down an embankment into a cactus...

Soon enough it was over. Her arm ached a little, she had no idea how long she'd been there, it wasn't a very large tattoo but it was still half way down her upper arm at least. Zena looked it over before it was soothed with gel and gently covered with ... what was this thin clear material? It wasn't cloth... It was a white shape, with some amount of black decorating the sides - broad at the base with a slender mid part, rising to what appeared to be a ... a crown? With a perfectly white circle above it. A chess queen?

Suddenly quite hungry, Zena hung her cloak over her other arm, and went off to find her friends. They would probably ask about it, but she had no idea what to tell them - why would she have just run off and gotten a tattoo?

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Midnight was approaching, and the party was absolutely amazing. Her sisters had found dragons, or perhaps the dragons had found them. Something was nagging Zena though, where was hers? Well, maybe she'd failed to find them a home - but...

You have not failed to find me, a voice whispered. And I know where to look for your home. You will always be able to find it. It is right there.

Her arm stung, she remembered the pain of someone smacking her skin when she'd gotten sunburnt - it wasn't unlike that, but it was like something smacked her from the inside out.

It would be the brilliantly shining feather-winged dragon who stood, slightly wobbly, before her. While not fully grown, this dragon proudly stood on paw padded feet, adjusting her wings. Black tipped, black underneath, but everything else about her was just fantastically shiny white. "I can make my paradise in you, your magic sustained me there long enough to grow." Zena's eyes bugged a bit, and her friends followed suit. "Do you see how that stage exists but does not exist?" The dragon nosed toward that big performance area, and they'd all seen how behind the curtains there was... much more than the sea floor that you could actually say was 'there'. "Here but not here, a place without space."

"But it's your... I mean, this tattoo is ... you?"

"And you," the dragon said. "And it can be them too, they have strong enough magic to help sustain a place fit for a coven like that."

So... they had found dragons, and the dragon... had helped them find their new home?

Zen has voluntarily bonded with Fohl Turun!

Name: Fohl Turun (foal too roon, Turun namesake will inherit in offspring or be modified by partner's naming convention accordingly)
Gender: Female
Size: 6'7" s/l/ws
Build: slinky horse
Physical Features: Tattoo/Kijana mutt, four legs, two wings with feathers and membranes, head has small horns and external ears, pupiled eyes, lots of sparkly floof, paw pads and claw feet, long tail with feathers, orb with magic; requirement of being tattooed (or... temporary tattooed)
Colors: body shiny soft white, wing membranes pearlescent flat black, wing edge pearlescent eggshell, main wing feathers shiny eggshell, primary feathers shiny graphite; floof shiny mist, horns and claws light, orb high white, pawpads dark, violet eyes
Stats: Strength 5, Speed 3, Endurance 2, Agility 3, Health 4, Intelligence 6
Abilities: 6 construct (permanent Paradise, manifests so others may enter, magic supports this) divination; 5 paradise (tattoo-magic source), spell magic, light breath weapon; 3 telepathy, sense magic; 2 planar travel; 1 verbal speech
Parents: Sta Turun + Shiyo
Bond: Zena Shadowend, Voluntary bond

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Name: Avalon
Full Name: Avalon Bloodworth
Pronunciation: A - vuh - lon BLUHD - wurth
Nickname: Ava
Race: Human
Birthday: August 27th
Age: 22
Gender: Female
Class: Witch
Deity: Rialdir, God of Change
Pets: None
Current Residence: wilds of Ershan, realm of mortals

Height: 5'2"
Build: Muscular
Skin Tone: Light
Eyes: Light Green
Hair Color: Light Brown
Hair Length and Style: To Chin with Bangs
Clothing Style: Plain dresses in neutral colors; for the ball, a white dress with dark gray trim and her black ceremonial robe over the top

Parents: Widowed Father
Siblings: 1 Younger Brother
Spouse(s): None
Offspring: None
History: She was the first child born to her witch mother and her husband. Her mother died when she was young in an accident. Her father continued to raise her in her mother's coven, which made bonding with Zena so easy since they had similar childhoods. Her father taught her how to fight as he had previously served as a guard in the city they dwelled in. He didn't want her to go on her Search without the ability to protect herself without magic. At fifteen, she left home to begin her search for a coven. She came across Zena after a couple of years of wandering, and the two bonded quickly over their pasts. After deciding to start their own coven, they continued to travel together and are now searching for a home of their own.

Abilities/Skills: Fire Magic, Fighting with a Staff, Hand to Hand Combat
Personality: She is quick-tempered, but she is also quick to apologize for snapping. She is protective and fierce, and she hates being overlooked or underestimated due to her short stature. She enjoys a regular routine and trains everyday even as she travels. She knows little of astronomy or astrology but has come to love the stars through her travels.

Non-Bonding Companions for the Ball: None

Meeting Notes (Written by Shard):The coven was small but strong, and Avalon could tell it would only get stronger tonight. At 3 hours until the midnight bell, Avalon felt a strange tugging. She knew it was magic at work, of course, so she followed the pull. It turned out, there was a slender white-furred cheetah woman, one with a blinding magical aura, trying to get her attention. One or two others were following her, so Avalon knew this was something special. They were taken into one of the hatching chambers, sort of a switch from the others who had decided to walk straight across the big dance floor to show off!

But these dragons - oh they should have been shown off! And they would be, of course, but only after their special and private bonds were made. The mother of this clutch, a mottled marble white, gave a sing-song call, while her dark as night mate rumbled along, perhaps helping the hatchlings with their emergence and choice making. She'd read about how Pernese dragons liked to sing their eggs open, so... the female was Pernese? But their sire was definitely a scaled and armored sort. Avalon gazed at his wings - they were... moving, the star patterns on them were definitely shimmering and dancing on their own.

Mine will do that too, some day, a voice came into Avalon's mind. It startled her, tearing her eyes away from the sire of the clutch, onto... You see? I already know how to do it! The dragonet proclaimed very proudly. As he should! Because the brilliant white and black dragon's void-dark wings danced with far off specks of light: stars, real ones, Avalon was certain of it.

"Do... you want to stay with me?" Ava said, weaker than she expected. This was so surprising.

Of course I do, that is why I chose you! I think you will have good things to teach me, too.

Ava has voluntarily bonded with Tuxedo!

Name: Tuxedo (tux EE doh, as the word; with a Pyrrhan parent those in this clutch with 'starry' markings heavily follow their sire's naming convention, though they also carry -TH Pernese ended names for those without)
Gender: Male (+preference as desired)
Size: 5'4" s/l/ws (among the smallest of the clutch - but notably, only the King is smaller...)
Build: Burly and muscular
Physical Features: Pernese/Pyrrhan, four legs, two wings, all with claws; strong neck; spaded tail with double row of spine/nubs; hide with scaled armor (spliced features carry as-is to any Pernese, may lapse to scaled with similar pair); face sharp with back-pointing horns, external ears, spike crest; eyes may be faceted or pupiled
Colors: Body soft white with dark grey face, belly, under tail; armor dark grey; wingsails high-black with grey star patterns; spikes and claws black, horns white; dark blue eyes
Stats: Strength 6, Speed 2, Endurance 6, Agility 1, Health 4, Intelligence 5
Abilities: 6 verbal speech, unassisted firebreath; 4 local teleport, stealth; 3 telepathy, lifespan; 2 nexus teleport
Parents: Amrith + 50 Shades of Grey
Bond: Avalon Bloodworth, Voluntary Bond

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Name: Silvaria
Full Name: Silvaria Whisper
Pronunciation: sihl - VAH - ree - ah WIHS - pur
Nickname: Silvie
Race: Human
Birthday: August 16th
Age: 26
Gender: Female
Class: Witch
Deity: Rialdir, God of Change
Pets: None
Current Residence: wilds of Ershan, realm of mortals

Height: 5'11"
Build: Thin
Skin Tone: Fair
Eyes: Light Gray
Hair Color: Light Brown
Hair Length and Style: To Low Back, Usually Braided
Clothing Style: Plain dresses in neutral colors; for the ball, a white dress with black trim and her black ceremonial robe worn over it

Parents: Single Mother and Unknown Father
Siblings: None
Spouse(s): None
Offspring: None
History: She was born to a long and well-known line of witches. In the usual fashion, her mother used potions to assure she became pregnant from her one night stand with her father. She was raised by her mother and her mother's coven sisters. Her mother taught her astrology, astronomy, potion making, and other useful skills from a young age. She left home at fifteen to go on her Search. She met Lux while on her travels, and the two became friends, being from two well-known families. They later met Zena and Ava and joined them. She is now trying to find a permanent home with her bonded sisters.

Abilities/Skills: Air Magic, Cooking, Mending, Potion Making, Astrology, Astronomy
Personality: Being from a famous witch line, she often feels pressured to perform at a high level and that she falls short of the mark. She is very sweet and enjoys caring for the other members of the coven, taking on the more mundane duties of their group. She tends to be quiet and often serves as a peacemaker among the others.

Non-Bonding Companions for the Ball: None

Meeting Notes (Written by Shard):It was getting quite late, the clock on the wall over the stage ticked nearly to midnight when it looked like yet another batch of dragons were finally on their way out of their special little nook. Others had already found their dragons, it would kind of figure that she of all of them had to wait. Or maybe just - not.

"Don't be like that," a smooth voice said nearby, "we were late, almost too late to the party."

The silver color of that dragon was blinding, so metallic, so pretty!

"I will choose you, there are many who might want to be seen with me, but I want to be seen with you, Silvaria. I am Xenuca, I am yours. The light of the moon will power us."

So far under the sea, moonlight was difficult to come by - maybe that was why the Moonshield group was a little late?

"There are many moons," the dragon seemed to grin, pressing up against her side and nibbling at the cheese cracker in Silvaria's hand - not really finding it to her liking. They met up with the others before the last bell, before the celebration culminated. It was odd, Zena hadn't looked like she had found a dragon either until just that moment?

Silvie voluntarily bonded with Xenuca Moonshield!

Name: Xenuca Moonshield (zee NEW kah, Moonshield is the name that Rakki and Sasazik have chosen for their offspring, and will carry in any pair that has naming conventions)
Gender: Female (+preference as desired)
Size: 8' s/l/ws
Build: long with big wings
Physical Features: Drakkari / Dragonstake mutt, high bodied and long legs, four legs and two wings, with claws on legs only; conical face with small horn on nose, and fanned head fins, otherwise smooth until the tip of very long narrow tail in a small spade; hide that is very shiny, pupiled eyes
Colors: body metallic burnished silver, wings solid cloudy grey, fins pearlescent burnished silver; yellow eyes, light claws
Stats: Strength 3, Speed 3, Endurance 5, Agility 4, Health 2, Intelligence 4
Abilities: 6 verbal speech, empathic, moonmagic (night and reflective magic); 5 local teleport, unassisted firebreath; 4 nexus teleport; 2 freeze breath, telepathy; 1 moonlink teleport (to anywhere the moon shines), share magic
Parents: Rakki + Sasazik
Bond: Silvaria Whisper, Voluntary Bond

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Name: Indigo
Full Name: Indigo Lovelace
Pronunciation: IHN - dih - goh LUHV - lays
Nickname: Indie
Race: Human
Birthday: March 7th
Age: 19
Gender: Female
Class: Witch
Deity: Rialdir, God of Change
Pets: None
Current Residence: wilds of Ershan, realm of mortals

Height: 5'1"
Build: Average
Skin Tone: Olive
Eyes: Green
Hair Color: Black
Hair Length and Style: To Shoulders, Usually Pulled Back
Clothing Style: Plain dresses in neutral colors; for the ball, a black dress with pale gray trim and her black ceremonial robe over the top

Parents: Deceased Mother and Unknown Father
Siblings: None
Spouse(s): None
Offspring: None
History: She was born as the first and only child of a traditional witch. Her mother passed away while she was still young, and her grandmother took her in to raise her instead of leaving her in the hands of her mother's coven. Her grandmother was also very traditional and strict. She made sure that Indigo had all the survival skills that she would need to travel across the continent on her Search. It turned out to be slightly unnecessary as Indigo met the rest of her coven only two days into her search and has been bonded to them for the last four years.

Abilities/Skills: Water Magic, Archery, Hunting, Fishing, Tracking, Astronomy
Personality: She is very practical and no nonsense. She provides nearly all the food for their small group and takes pride in her skills. She can butt heads with the others, especially Ava, when the two do not see eye to eye. Due to her upbringing, she is a very traditional witch and follows all the usual customs.

Non-Bonding Companions for the Ball: None

Meeting Notes (Written by Shard):These were huge dragons, Indigo breathed in slowly, glancing at the clock: two hours until midnight. The dragonets glanced around, as they walked out of one of the bigger archways sequestering the hatchling dragons from full view. Their parents both were quite large, even the small mother. They were spiky and sharp, but both of them also friendly and reasonably gregarious.

There were other spiky dragons present, but... They definitely were neither friendly nor approachable, not by people anyway.

The little hatchlings - if you could call these long tailed creatures 'little' - wove their way around the venue like silk ribbons. It looked like some of them were trying to be more serious and important than others, a couple just obviously enjoying themselves among a crowd of people. Indigo watched each one with interest: their claws could actually do damage to the marble floor, what might they be good for outside? Clawing easily through rock or wood, certainly!

A grey wing moved in front of Indigo, but she could have sworn that she saw the night sky shimmering, as though nearly dawn, or just after sunset. She recognized those star patterns, somehow.

Are they good? I think they're good, the mind was chill but smooth, like ice under the moon. He altered his pose, the dragon moved his other wing to show Indigo, do you think it's weird that they're dark on top and light underneath? The stars are the same, though... Your stars! We can hunt under them, when you show me the real thing.

Stunned for a moment, Indigo nodded, "I agree, and yes, they... they are the same, I can remember their names and the patterns they make. How did..."

The dragonet merely gave a twisting posture, one which Indigo would learn how to interpret at a distance. Baqli'nye introduced himself to the others, at the end of the evening.

Indie bonded with Baqli'nye!

Name: Baqli'nye (BACK lee NYE, father's naming convention indicates location or clan, in this case 'nye for New Year's Eve/nt; further generations should follow local tradition or family name for this addition; note also that ^markings indicate strength of magic or inherent abilities, following father's line, not all in this clutch are strong enough in those powers to show)
Gender: male
Size: 20'10 s/l/ws (yes, that's ... quite big)
Build: strong, long
Physical Features: Pyrrhan/Myrsilk, remarkably long, four legs, two wings with very large ice-cutting claws on all; long head with external ears, sharp back-pointing horns, cheek horns, and paired curved neck spines, end of long skinny tail also has sharp spines; pupiled eyes; scaled hide (found in only some of this clutch), armor, will breed similarly to other types accordingly
Colors: body grades graphite at head and wing fingers and tail tip (that's a long tail) into bright shiny silver on back end and hind legs, and most of tail, also has medium grey sock markings on legs; wings grade from high black to high white reversed on backs, with mist white star patterns on both sides that move and seem to be 'real' stars; horns and claws shiny grey; bright orange eyes
Stats: Strength 3, Speed 5, Endurance 3, Agility 3, Health 5, Intelligence 2
Abilities: 6 ice manipulation, nexus teleport; 5 telepathy; 4 prophesy (long term), ice breath, Void magic^, prediction (local); 3 verbal speech, body language, speed; 2 local teleport, divinationv^, summoning^; 1 void portal
Parents: Smirch + Nekeel
Bond: Indigo Lovelace

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Name: Lux
Full Name: Lux Willow
Pronunciation: LUHKS WIHL - loh
Nickname: None
Race: Human
Birthday: October 25th
Age: 24
Gender: Female
Class: Witch
Deity: Rialdir, God of Change
Pets: Barn Owl, Ophelia
Current Residence: wilds of Ershan, realm of mortals

Height: 5'7"
Build: Curvy
Skin Tone: Pale
Eyes: Blue Green
Hair Color: Auburn Red
Hair Length and Style: To Waist and Full
Clothing Style: Plain dresses in neutral colors; for the ball, a white dress with pale gray trim and her black ceremonial robe over the top

Parents: Single Mother, Unknown Father
Siblings: None
Spouse(s): None
Offspring: None
History: She was raised in a tradional witch coven and hails from a well-known line of witches. She exhibited the unusual ability to talk to animals when she was still a very young child, and her mother encouraged her to develop her talent. She left home at fifteen and met Silvie a year into her Search. The two later met Zena and Ava and joined their growing coven. She still communicates with her mother regularly even as they travel across the continent looking for a home.

Abilities/Skills: Earth Magic, Can Communicate with Animals, Protective Magic, Astrology
Personality: She is very sensitive and empathetic. She can often clash with Indie over her hunting and prefers to eat fish. She is in charge of all of the protective barriers that go up around their camps as well as providing any plants needed for cooking or potions. She gathers information for the group, usually through Ophelia. Like Silvie, she is usually quiet and prefers to listen rather than talk.

Non-Bonding Companions for the Ball: None

Meeting Notes (Written by Shard):The middle of the evening, the height of the party, three hours to midnight - it was so busy and packed with fun, at least for most. Lux was a bit intimidated, perhaps the press of the dancers, or the drunken euphoria of the party itself led her mind to be a little overwhelmed. Her owl was somewhere nearby, but likely was hanging out with other familiars or pets up in the rafters. It was too bright and too busy for her, probably. There were mental pings of all types around her though, both in and out of the venue itself. Beyond those big (hopefully thick, definitely magical) windows it was deep sea whales and dragons, inside there were already draconic minds demanding attention.

From two sides, Lux realized there were very demanding hungry dragons heading her way. And one of them was barely half the size of Ophelia her owl! As a hatchling this seemed pretty dangerous, but the checkerboard-winged knockoff still made their way right toward Lux, confidently sidestepping dancers, drunks, and even other bigger dragons.

They will be quite speedy, bespoke a mind that was strong and sure, I bet they will give that bird a challenge.

An incredibly dark and shiny dragoness met nose to nose with that brightly white one, and put her wing over the smaller one to protect it.

Lux still felt the intense hunger coming off both of them, and realized... "Wait, ... wait, both of you want to come with me?" She asked, baffled. She didn't realize this could happen.

"Of course, I am Rhoiboth, you are both mine," the obsidian gem dragon said, with a little difficulty. Learning how to speak fresh out of the shell was really amazing too! Lux knelt and picked up the tiny white pawn, who gave off a trilling yawn, and the larger dragoness helped herself to Lux's other shoulder. Neither of them would be big, maybe not even big enough to ride, but that seemed to be fine - as, eventually, it looked as though Indigo had found herself one that would get very large!

Size isn't everything, the little white calling itself Dyalkeba sighed. Lux hugged them both, and even offered Ophelia some of that fresh-cut meat they got to eat.

Lux Impressed Rhoiboth and Dyalkeba!

Name: Rhoiboth (ROY buth, -TH ending due to full Pernese descent, will pass to offspring if any provided they are similar)
Gender: Female
Size: 4'11" s/l/ws
Build: strong slinky
Physical Features: Pernese with embellishments, four legs and two wings all with short sharp claws; long muscular tail with spade; dished head with knobs having short horns, faceted eyes, and a tall segmented crest
Colors: body Gem-toned shiny obsidian that picks up spots of light easily; wingsails solid gem shine obsidian; crest and tail spade gem high black; orange faceted eyes
Stats: Strength 5, Speed 3, Endurance 6, Agility 3, Health 3, Intelligence 2
Abilities: 6 verbal speech, nexus teleport; 4 local and time teleport, flitter control, telekinesis; 2 telepathy; 1 unassisted firebreath, emotion control
Parents: Laeurath + Juth
Bond: Lux Willow, Impressed

Name: Dyalkeba (dee YALL kay bah, though directly related with splicing to Keeath'Alkar they need neither the -TH ending to their name, nor 'Alkar, unless promoted from knockoff to Pawn)
Gender: Female
Size: 2'10" s/l/ws
Build: tiny catflit
Physical Features: Pernese mutt with highly cat-like qualities, including four legs and 2 wings all with sharp large claws, wing wrist has two claws; split-ended tail; head has external ears, and long back-pointing horns; offspring are split with either faceted or pupiled eyes
Colors: White Pawn 1, brilliantly white mottled body, striking checkerboard transparent wingsails, black-tipped white horns and claws, dark blue faceted eyes
Stats: Strength, Speed, Endurance, Agility, Health, Intelligence all average 2 except speed which is 7. Yes, 7, out of a 1-6 scale
Abilities: cannot use the magic of their clutch mates, but they are able to burst speed (5) and produce fire easily (3), and use one form of teleport at a 3 power level
Parents: Donor clutch Kelirith + Baniar'Alkar
Bond: Lux Willow, Impressed, Multibond

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Batch 2

Name: Arlayna
Full Name: Arlayna Caitris
Pronunciation: ahr - LAY - nah KAI - trees
Nickname: None
Race: Half Dawn Elf/Half Human
Birthday: September 1st
Age: 86
Gender: Female
Class: Farmer
Deity: Annir, God of Order and Rialdir, God of Change
Pets: Feline named Aster
Current Residence: Small Farm

Height: 5'6"
Build: Thin
Skin Tone: Light
Eyes: Light Brown
Hair Color: Copper
Hair Length and Style: To Mid Back and Fluffy
Clothing Style: Simple Homemade Dresses; for the ball, a white top with a black skirt

Parents: Dawn Elf Father and Human Mother, Both Deceased
Siblings: None
Spouse(s): None
Offspring: None
History: She was born to a dawn elf father and a human mother. Her father died in a hunting accident while she was still young, and her mother turned rather bitter over having to raise a child who didn't age the way a normal human would. Despite this, she continued to live with her mother until sickness finally took her. She knows no other way of living, and her education is rather lacking considering her father was in charge of it and perished so early in her life. She hates visitors and enjoys growing her fruits, vegetables, and flowers in peace and quiet. She plans to live her life solitarily, but divine beings have other plans for her.

Abilities/Skills: Excellent Memory, Very Perceptive, Farming, Sewing, Cooking
Personality: She is very much a loner and rather blunt and unwelcoming to those that stumble upon her small home. She'll help strangers if there's no real choice - she's not going to let them die - but she's not going to be happy about it. All she wants is to be left in peace to work in her garden. So, she wasn't exactly planning to attend the ball, at first. Only fear of divine reprisals convinced her to go.

Non-Bonding Companions for the Ball: None

Meeting Notes (Written by Shard): She'd been at this party for ever, and while some folks might have let it creep into their spirit as a happy event, Arlayna just kept scooting around the venue trying to avoid... well, everything. Everyone, more accurately. She could spot this or that person in this crowd but preferred to be spotting weeds in the garden. Idly she swished her spoon around in the stew she'd picked up from the dinner menu, thinking about weeds and people and wondering if that was a bad thing in the eyes of the gods.

It's fine if you don't like people, they get in the way.

Arlayna's motion stopped abruptly, leaving the chunk of cabbage floating in the thick liquid to bob a little.

It's just me, I am Ransheva. I think I'd like to live on that 'farm' thing, do you have pests? If you like digging at weeds, I would enjoy snapping at rats... And maybe unwanted visitors!

Arlayna gazed away from the table and to her side, where a smallish (not small) hatchling stood wobbly on their hind legs, balancing with a strong tail. That tail split into two at the end, tipped with scary looking stingers, and framed by the bold black and white checkerboards of the event's trademark. The rest of the dragon was quite dark, richly coal-black, and those wings! Also patterned.

"How would you fit in... well," she chuckled mostly to herself, "I'm sure you will fit in the carriage shelter. Not that I'd ever ask you to pull a plough or cart!"

Arlayna is the companion of Ransheva!

Name: Ransheva (ran she VAH, a mixture of the parents names, as apparently is now tradition for the dad's line; if bred into more complicated naming, readopt mother's ' or any other changes)
Gender: Female
Size: 6'8" head bipedal
Build: not quite chunky
Physical Features: Azon/Halloween Mutt, bipedal though often can run on all fours, with four legs and two main wings, with large claws on all; small hip-wings (nonfunctional), split-ended tail with spikes and poison stingers; angular head with external ears, sharp back swept horns, webbed head and neck spines; pupiled eyes
Colors: Black Pawn 2, a dark charcoal black body with tiny checkerboard patterning on face and tail, wingsails, and neck crest webbing; graphite web spines, white claws and horns, dark green eyes
Stats: Strength 3, Speed 3, Endurance 3, Agility 3, Health 4, Intelligence 2
Abilities: while the knockoffs are less skilled than their full size Piece siblings, Black Pawn siblings are adept with Infernal and Void powers; with 4 for Telepathy, local and nexus teleportation; and 2 for magic breath and poison stingers
Parents: Donor Clutch Sheng Stac'ver + Vassago Thain
Bond: Arlayna, voluntary companionship

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Name: Khilseith
Full Name: Khilseith Sagewing
Pronunciation: KEEL - sayth SAYJ - weeng
Nickname: Khi
Race: Fairy of the Autumn Court
Birthday: December 1st
Age: 211
Gender: Male
Class: Noble
Deity: Viana, Goddess of Seasons
Pets: None
Current Residence: Spring Court of Ailan

Height: 5'10"
Build: Muscular
Skin Tone: Fair
Eyes: Gold
Hair Color: Burnt Orange
Hair Length and Style: To High Back and Layered
Clothing Style: Well Made but Simple Tunics and Leggings; for the ball, a black tunic with black leggings and boots and a white sash

Parents: Married Noble Mother and Father
Siblings: 1 Older Brother, 1 Younger Sister
Spouse(s): None
Offspring: None
History: He was born as the middle child of his noble parents. He was given a noble's education and is skilled in the areas that are expected. His father regularly tries to marry him off to a daughter of another noble family to raise their status, but he's not interested in an arranged marriage. His mother supports him but is usually overruled by his father. He spends most of his time in the Spring Court due to the increasing difficulties with his father. He begged to go to the ball for a break and was granted his wish.

Abilities/Skills: Seasonal Magic (Autumn), Dematerializing Wings, Swordfighting, Archery, Horseback Riding, Teaching
Personality: He's a bit of a hopeless romantic, which is one of the reasons he continues resisting an arranged marriage. He is kind and loves children. He enjoys teaching the younger ones, especially, and he hopes to have several children himself one day. He's a bit mischievous and enjoys the trouble he and his friends get into.

Non-Bonding Companions for the Ball: None

Meeting Notes (Written by Shard): What would father think, what would he do? That kept going through Khilseith's mind the whole evening, and it was a worry that his friends knew plagued his mind. And they wished it would stop. They told him as much, too, their influence over Khilseith had grown strong - at least, 'according to his father'.

Was it true? Was it so bad, though? They'd managed to bolster his mood enough to even ask permission to attend this amazing ball, and now that he was here, he felt freer and more like himself than he ever had. They'd split away and hunted up a table and some food in the meantime, as Khilseith continued to wander on the main floor. This event was unlike anything he'd ever dreamed of, and unexpected things would most certainly happen.

Doesn't that mean they're expected things? A voice asked him.

"Well it's more a turn of phrase," he replied, and only a moment later did he realized that it wasn't a person gathered at the edge of the dance floor, it was ... a dragon, sitting beside him in a polite manner, head tilted watching the dancing beyond.

Your father will not be expecting me, I can't wait to meet him. There was such an air of impish glee about that simple statement, Khilseith's eyes blinked rapidly - how did this little dragon know about... Of course I know, I'm your dragon, you're my chosen.

He tried to turn this on its side, "Then ... then why don't I know about you?"

I'm postitive you do. I just hatched recently, how could I have anything to know about beyond my name?

"Haiante," he breathed, he did know. "And you're going to be a handful aren't you?"

I will make every effort in the world to be just that, my one.

Khilseith Impressed Haiante!

Name: Haiante (high AUNT ay, while full Pieces have traditional -TH ended Pernese names, the Knockoffs have -ANTE and may add -th to their name if they breed, or pass a version of -ante)
Gender: Female
Size: 3'7" s/l/ws
Build: lean, agile
Physical Features: Pernese, four legs and two wings all with short claws, long neck with boxy head, prominent fangs, high crest, faceted eyes; slender tail with spade tip; Bond is required at hatching, cannot be sponsored, may multibond or bond to nonhumans
Colors: Black Pawn 4; body rich medium-dark grey; wingsails, crest, tail spade, and claws (lol) medium sized checkerboards; faceted eyes aqua
Stats: Strength 1, Speed 2, Endurance 2, Agility 4, Health 2, Intelligence 2
Abilities: average skills in Telepathy, Local Teleport, and can breathe fire after chewing a little stone; these have good Nexus teleportation, and may bond to nonhumans or each other (so 3/4 in typical Pernese skills)
Parents: Donor Clutch Ancheoth + Tehndarinth
Bond: Khilseith, Impression

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Name: Fenian
Full Name: Fenian Brightthorne
Pronunciation: FEH - nee - ehn BRAIT - thorn
Nickname: Fen
Race: Fairy of the Spring Court
Birthday: January 25th
Age: 219
Gender: Male
Class: Noble
Deity: Viana, Goddess of Seasons
Pets: A Stallion Named Smoke
Current Residence: Spring Court of Ailan

Height: 6'2"
Build: Average
Skin Tone: Very Pale
Eyes: Lavender
Hair Color: Mint Green
Hair Length and Style: To Mid back and Usually PUlled Back
Clothing Style: Well-made, rather ornate tunics and leggings; for the ball, a white tunic with a complicated pattern in back along with gray leggings

Parents: Married
Siblings: Identical Twin Brother
Spouse(s): None
Offspring: None
History: He and his twin brother were born to a very happily married couple. He grew up merry and full of laughter. He met his best friend Khi at a noble function of the Spring Court. The two got along splendidly and drug his brother into their mischief. When Khi's homelife became too much, he offered his home to his friend as a refuge. He has insisted on going with Khi to the ball for the sake of the laughs and adventure.

Abilities/Skills: Seasonal Magic (Spring), Dematerialize Wings, Swordfighting, Story Telling, Horseback Riding, Juggling
Personality: He is extremely outgoing and enjoys jokes and stories whether he's listening to them or telling them. He likes to make those around him happy and has a gift for cheering others up with his almost stubborn positivity. He is a troublemaker, through and through, and loves it, but he never does anything malicious. He is a bit of a flirt but enjoys spending his current time more with friends than ladies.

Non-Bonding Companions for the Ball: None

Meeting Notes (Written by Shard): "You're not twins, no matter how you try and say it," Fenian said, faintly slurred, to the pair of small young dragonets that had decided to hang out with him at their big balcony table. They sat across from him, though if anyone from his group came along they'd need to move, and if one did sit where Bymthol had sat they might notice a few punctured holes in the nice leather seat cover... "I know from twins, y'know."

"Well we are siblings then," that spikey dragon asserted, and their heavily-checkerboarded companion nodded. They took turns eating from a large shallow bowl of cut meats, and while one of them had their nose buried in it, the other would sit staring at the fairy asking him strange questions or making silly assertions.

The other one, the more horse-like dragonet, licked its muzzle clean (they were both reasonably clean eaters, somehow) and said, "you're not exactly like your twin, he wasn't who we wanted to hang out with. Right, Bym?"

Bymthol, up to its cheeks in meat, gave a grunting nod.

Fenian knew that their bond was true, both with each other and with him, as that spiked dragonet's mind met his own. He's boring, well not boring but just not exciting enough!

They switched off who ate at the bowl, the contents rapidly dwindling, and Mav telepathically added, not like you, you suited us better.

Fenian did spot his brother, apparently having a conversation with some other fey person down by the orchestra pit near the Stage. "I hope he'll find someone to come home with," he said earnestly. "He deserves it."

"We are your extra eyes and ears," Bymthol asserted.

"And you might be surprised to find he's already paired up," Mav claimed, though it was hard to say - where was the...? Huh, well, he'd find out later. For now, Fenian wanted to help these two get some more food in their bellies, and grab another plate of kebab, himself! With two extra bellies to feed now (and the hunger pangs, newness-of-it-all, and interesting added sensory overload from them to prove it) he hustled.

Fenian has bonded with Mav ahlTahnhadaa and Bymthol!

Name: Mav ahlTahnhadaa (mahv awl TAWN hah dah, meaning 'family lacking colors'; each given name has a meaning; Knockoffs are 'ahlTanhadaa' meaning 'family of tiny colorless ones' )
Gender: Female
Size: 4' s/l/ws
Build: lean, energetic
Physical Features: Perneseish/Zekiran/Zebra-kin, slightly furry hide; 3+thumb / claw paws, +wrist finger wings; mane and tail tuft hair; back pointing straight horns - slight Pernese influence no knobs though; horse-like face; no external ears but hears fine; pupiled or faceted eyes; bonding not required but enjoyed, sponsorships likely, multibond unlikely but possible, non-human bond preferred
Colors: Black Pawn 4, body has improbably small checkerboard pattern with additional thin evenly spaced black stripes, black paws and wing fingertips; wingsails graphite grey; mane and tail tuft, and horns and claws, medium light grey; pupiled eyes dark blue
Stats: Strength 3, Speed 5, Endurance 1, Agility 3, Health 3, Intelligence 3
Abilities: cannot use family shifting abilities at all, though they may be coaxed out in splices thanks to flexible Zekiran DNA; average 3 for Telepathy, Verbal Speech, Telekinetics, and local teleport; 2s in fire/tk, nexus teleport, and longevity
Parents: Donor Clutch Evugith + Fadhila
Bond: Fenian, multibond with Bymthol



Name: Bymthol (BIM thol, -THOL is the knockoff family designation, while their Piece companions have traditional -TH Pernese; this will only be important if breeding is desired)
Gender: Male
Size: 4'4" s/l/ws
Build: a little chonky
Physical Features: Technically Pernese, four legs and two wings, horned head with small external ears, faceted eyes, sharp spikes with webbing between on neck and hips/tail, tail fin similar, large conical claws
Colors: Black Pawn 1, body is deeply black shaded with shiny dark grey static marking; wingsails are large checkerboard on backs, and medium sized checks underneath, with webbing on neck and tail having small checks; head horns and all claws black; neck, back, and tail web spikes silver; faceted eyes cyan
Stats: Strength 2, Speed 2, Endurance 2, Agility 4, Health 1, Intelligence 2
Abilities: 3 average for most normal abilities (telepathy, verbal speech, local and nexus teleport, and unassited firebreathing), if written up to breedable Pawn status may also select one of time portal, foresight, or empathy, otherwise these are dormant
Parents: Donor Clutch Thaljath + Olelikoth
Bond: Fenian, multibond with Mav ahlTahnhadaa

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Name: Vartian
Full Name: Vartian Brightthorne
Pronunciation: VAHR - tee - ehn BRAIT - thorn
Nickname: Var
Race: Fairy of the Spring Court
Birthday: January 25th
Age: 219
Gender: Male
Class: Noble
Deity: Viana, Goddess of Seasons
Pets: A Mare Named Onyx
Current Residence: Spring Court of Ailan

Height: 6'2"
Build: Average
Skin Tone: Very Pale
Eyes: Lavender
Hair Color: Mint Green
Hair Length and Style: To Mid Back and Usually Pulled Back
Clothing Style: Sensible well-made tunics and leggings; for the ball, black tunic with gray leggings

Parents: Married
Siblings: Identical Twin Brother
Spouse(s): None
Offspring: None
History: He and his twin brother were born to a very happily married couple. His childhood was happy and peaceful even with his brother constantly getting into trouble. When his brother met his friend Khi, it only got worse, and the two often dragged him into their antics only slightly unwillingly. He was the one to convince his parents that his brother was right to invite Khi to stay with them at much as he wished. It didn't take that much convincing, to be honest, though, as his parents saw Khi as a third son already. He has decided to accompany his brother and Khi to the ball to try to keep property damage to a minimal.

Abilities/Skills: Seasonal Magic (Spring), Dematerialize Wings, Playing Harp and Flute, Singing, Archery, Horseback Riding
Personality: He is much quieter than his twin and has a rather strategic mind. When they plan their antics, he is usually the one to plot out the finer details as well as get them out of trouble after the fact.

Non-Bonding Companions for the Ball: None

Meeting Notes (Written by Shard): There was no amount of planning that could have prepared Vartian for this place, so - like many times with his sibling and their friend - he just went with whatever was going on. The best laid plans could easily be dashed, but at the same time they could very quickly turn to a windfall. And this time, that definitely was the case. While his twin brother was off at the casino, and Khi already being shown around the floor with a lovely dragon himself, Vartian breathed a brief sigh of relief.

It was brief because he already knew what was in store. He'd done the math, so to speak. By volume this place was packed with potential dragons to --

"Am I high volume enough? I'm not chunky like my sibling over there," the dark grey spoke and nodded toward an admittedly-thick kitten-like dragonet. "I can fit through small places," it added with what appeared to be a grin. "Unlike some."

The image that the dragonet provided was so much like ones he'd seen his twin get into - rump stuck out of a small window in a wall, legs kicking... This little dragon wouldn't be larger than most house cats, at that. But could fly, and that would be amazing to get better information... "Yarukeba?" Vartian spoke the name, not exactly sure. But the dragonet with the checkered wings and shiny hide gave a positive nod and lept into his arms.

That is me, I'll help you get your friends in and out of trouble!

Vartian has voluntarily bonded with Yarukeba!

Name: Yarukeba (YAR roo kay bah, though directly related with splicing to Keeath'Alkar they need neither the -TH ending to their name, nor 'Alkar, unless promoted from knockoff to Pawn)
Gender: Male
Size: s/l/ws 2'9" s
Build: catlike, graceful
Physical Features: Pernese mutt with highly cat-like qualities, including four legs and 2 wings all with sharp large claws, wing wrist has two claws; split-ended tail; head has external ears, and long back-pointing horns; offspring are split with either faceted or pupiled eyes
Colors: Black Pawn 7, a lightish grey body sparkly and high-shine, wingsails are transparent and have small checker pattern on backs, medium underside; horns and claws black with white tips; eyes pupiled orange
Stats: Strength 2, Speed 7, Endurance 2, Agility 2, Health 2, Intelligence 2 all average 2 except speed which is 7. Yes, 7, out of a 1-6 scale
Abilities: cannot use the magic of their clutch mates, but they are able to burst speed (5) and produce fire easily (3), and use one form of teleport at a 3 power level
Parents: Donor Clutch Kelirith + Baniar'Alkar
Bond: Vartian, Voluntary Bond

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Name: Tanyl
Full Name: Tanyl Zylwynn
Pronunciation: tah - NEEL ZEEL - wihn
Nickname: None
Race: Dusk Elf
Birthday: August 13th
Age: 253
Gender: Male
Class: Hunter
Deity: Annir, God of Order
Pets: Feline named Primi and a Stallion named Prince
Current Residence: Small Farm on the Edge of the Woods

Height: 6'5"
Build: Muscular
Skin Tone: Light Tan
Eyes: Dark Brown
Hair Color: Dark Brown
Hair Length and Style: To Shoulders with Braids Interspersed Throughout
Clothing Style: Plain tunics and leggings in browns and greens with leather arm guards; for the ball, a white tunic with dark gray leggings and black boots

Parents: Widowed Mother
Siblings: Six Younger Sisters
Spouse(s): None
Offspring: None
History: He was born as the eldest son of his parents and was followed by six sisters. Thanks to the influence of his mother and sisters, he has grown up with a great respect for ladies of all races and kindreds. His father disappeared shortly before he came of age and, despite many searches, was never found. Since, he has taken over the running of the farm and looking after his family members. He regularly drives off suitors for his sisters, convinced no one is good enough for any of them, until the eldest finally threatened him with an agoinizingly painful death if he drove off her current love interest. While he wasn't happy about it, he allowed her to make her own choice and is now good friends with his new brother-in-law. His mother worries over him and encourages him to do things for himself. It is because of her that he agreed to attend the ball.

Abilities/Skills: Hunting, Archery, Dagger Throwing, Tracking, Survival
Personality: He is a chivalrous gentleman through and through. He is protective of ladies in general, but especially those of his own family. He is very dutiful and alwasy puts his family first. He wants to marry and start a family one day but wants to make sure all of his sisters are well settled first. He is usually patient and calm but anyone who mistreats a lady near him is likely to find a dagger in their throat.

Non-Bonding Companions for the Ball: None

Meeting Notes (Written by Shard): There were lords and ladies, drunkards and dancers, gamblers and ghosts here. So many could be seen laughing and chatting or clumped up on the balconies, sitting along low benches with coffee or tea. Tanyl did wonder how any of his many sisters would have responded. Likely entranced by the music, swooning at the slightest hint of a flirt.

Remembering his sister's admonition, however, perhaps they weren't bad things. Eventually, as they all grew up and matured, he would no longer be their replacement-father-figure. He watched as several gorgeous clutches of dragons were shown off, but was very distracted. Odd - he saw a group of young teens excitedly gathered around an intimidating man, obviously not their sire. He encouraged them, and... even laughed when one of them punched his friend.

Would he have stopped that interaction? Was that what this odd vampiric man should have done?

Why do you keep second guessing yourself? No harm was done.

The hair on the backs of his arms and neck rose, "who... said that?"

I did, your Yanlaeju. My siblings are all meant to be with others, I would not stop them... Why would you prevent your siblings from their intended?

He glanced down, as a sparklingly white dragonet sat staring up at him. Not tiny, but definitely not the full sized type, but wise. Definitely wiser than a hatchling should be.

So are your siblings, the dragonet asserted. But they will always need their big brother, you know. I will always miss my not-family, it lifted its checkerboarded wing, but I will be all right with you. And you will be all right with me!

He pursed his lips together and had to take a deep breath. "I ... I know you're right, but it has been hard sometimes."

The dragonet nuzzled into his hand, I can help you remember to give the space they need. And you won't be alone either.

Tanyl Impressed Yanlaeju!

Name: Yanlaeju (Traditional Pernese -TH ended naming (Danachian also), names often are either very short or fairly complex; Knockoffs receive -LAEJU)
Gender: Male
Size: s/l/ws small 3' shoulder
Build: sleek, muscular
Physical Features: Pernese with embellishments, four legs and two wings all with short sharp claws; long muscular tail with spade; dished head with knobs having short horns, and a tall segmented crest
Colors: White Pawn 1, body brilliantly white; wingsails transparent with large checkerboard on backs, medium underneath; crest and tail spade small checkers; claws dark, faceted eyes red
Stats: Strength 2, Speed 2, Endurance 2, Agility 4, Health 2, Intelligence 2
Abilities: as their larger counterparts only they cannot use firebreath and cannot control humanoids, have an average of 2 level in most things otherwise, and a 5 in flitter control
Parents: Donor Clutch Laeurath + Juth
Bond: Tanyl, Impression

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Name: Kazimir
Full Name: Kazimir Kirillovich
Pronunciation: KAH - zih - meer kee - REEL - loh - vihtch
Nickname: None
Race: Created Vampire
Birthday: June 26th
Age: 105 (appears 26)
Gender: Male
Class: Mercenary
Deity: Rialdir, God of Change
Pets: None
Current Residence: Wanderer

Height: 5'8"
Build: Slender
Skin Tone: Fair
Eyes: Light Green
Hair Color: Dark Brown
Hair Length and Style: To Low Back, Wavy, and Usually Tied Back
Clothing Style: A mixture of leather and plate armor; for the ball, black shirt, dark gray pants, and black boots

Parents: Deceased
Siblings: 1 Older Sister (deceased)
Spouse(s): None
Offspring: None
History: He was born as the second child of his parents and grew up in a happy home. When he was old enough, he joined the town's guard and began to train with axes alongside his father. During an attack on the town, he was gravely injured and assumed dead. However, he was found by a vampire and turned. He is unsure who turn him or why as they were gone by the time he awoke. Over the years, he has had to learn to live with his new life, and there have been many painful lessons as he was left on his own. He left home as soon as he was able, unwilling to put those he loved in danger. He travelled to the nearest city and began his life as a mercenary. He makes a decent living with his battle prowess and keeps an eye on his sister's descendents every now and then. He has heard rumor that there are ways for him to manage his blood lust and has travelled to the ball with the hopes of finding the source.

Abilities/Skills: Impervious to illness and age, strength, night vision, axe-wielding, basic blacksmithing, speed
Personality: He is a rather grim individual and does not speak much. When he does, it is only by necessity and to give his opinion on a situation. His opinions are usually well thought out given the number of years he has lived. There is little that surprises him, and he is efficiently deadly in battle. He maintains his distance from others in order to keep his true nature a secret.

Non-Bonding Companions for the Ball: None

Meeting Notes (Written by Shard): I think we should split up and search, the dragon with the darker hide suggested. Their companion with equally bold checkerboard markings nodded in agreement, silently.

They had not 'broken shell' so much as 'rolled into one another' while still confined to their pseudo-artificial shells, surrounded as they were by more than two dozen small and large orbs. Even in their youngest moments, before hatching, they knew they'd be together, so they might as well make it a good partnership.

The lighter of the pair was usually the quiet one who did the nimble work, but was also pretty clever on their own terms - they realized they could break out together, while the darker one took initiative and put plans into action that involved more muscle. All that in the span of a few hours at this bizarre party... Their donor parents have watched this with amused interest.

They'd spent most of their earliest post-hatching moments preening each other and making sure there were no icky bits anywhere, no sharp shell fragments around to step on and make an unsightly mess. There had been a couple of them that slipped and cut themselves, healing quickly but remembering the lesson they'd just learned. And as telepaths might be, those youngest hatchlings shared that pain with the rest.

It was the lighter of this pair that watched the hunters come and go from the weird portals and cavern entrances that led to worlds very far distant. Krasheva by name, sure of themselves and sure that something else was out there too. But it was the darker Cyrsheva that realized there was actually an entire different portion of their 'hatching party' chambers out there! That was where they needed to be!

The 'bipedal' part of the Ball was so weird to them. They'd only been awake and about for a 'day' or so, and had spent all of that time with other dragons. Magical dragons, burly and strong ones, speedy and sleek ones, pretty and flighty ones. So now, on this other side, they were still near lots of dragons, due to many of the hatchlings heading out to seek their humanoid partners. But it was by far populated by 'people'.

We will be bigger than many of these, Krasheva bespoke their sibling.

But much smaller than our own, Cyrsheva replied from across the hall, watching as one of those big-sibs approached their own new friend.

Bigger isn't necessarily better, Krasheva reminded them. I - may have...

Found one?

The one!

They'd caught a whiff, apparently some dragons could 'smell' their one, others 'detected' with other senses. It was mixed with a lot of other smells they didn't know the names of. Gunpowder, ozone, alcohol, weed. It was to a darker hall and a tucked-away room they went. Darker, but not quieter. A few voices broke out in laughter, congratulatory noises, after crashing glass and a thud.

"Maybe a mini-fridge," someone said, "but you'd want it warmed up, right? Later?"

"I... don't know what that is," a man said, gruffly, but he'd been the one to be congratulated - someone else had retrieved the axe he'd just thrown into a pair of tall bottles at the end of a firing range. One person sat nearby pondering with her gaze up into the ceiling, and another held a mug which presumably had been filled with whatever the empty bottles provided earlier.

"A mini-fridge!" It was Mars Walsh excitedly waving that mug around, pointing with it dangling from her thumb and her fingers aimed toward the corner of the room. A white box, with glass on the front, and more of those bottles inside it. "We use them to keep booze but we also use em up in the medical center for preserving blood samples and health kits."

The pair of dragons hadn't yet been noticed, somehow blending in with the dark walls even if they had all that checkerboarding going on. They watched with interest, when this axe-throwing man examined that axe before placing it carefully onto his back in a sling. Perhaps he had been asked to remove it earlier, as it seemed to surprise him that it remained in place, he patted himself down and seemed to be wondering whether any other items he normally wore were now on his person... It was a formal party, axes not needed... But here in the firing range things were a little different.

"I think you may have an unhealthy interest in my ... condition," the man said. But Mars laughed loudly and waved it off.

"Just trying to be helpful, it's a condition I've seen in a few people here and there."

He said nothing more, though he'd still wondered... how had they known about that condition? Magic at work, certainly. Well perhaps it was the fact that the bar in the casino as well as the menu for the event's meals included fresh blood sourced from 'whatever' animals they'd been harvesting for other parts of it.

We know too, a voice in his head spoke.

But we won't tell if you don't want us to.

He didn't startle easily, Kazimir maintained his cautious stance at all times. But he looked around specifically for the sources of those eerily similar mental voices. They came from the obvious pair of dragons, dark and slightly-less-dark, standing on their hind legs and coming - currently - up to his hip at most.

You don't have to be alone so much, said one.

We can make sure you're safe from harm or ... harming them. The other added, but we'd like to see the world with you, too.

"You... both?" Kazimir's eyebrow had gone up.

Of course! One of us will be looking for danger. And the other will make sure it stays away! Even if that means keeping you away from something you value.

"I... don't even know what to think." Kazimir looked at the thick red remnants of the blood in his own mug. "Maybe I'll find a mage to enchant a wine cabinet for my own 'mini-fridge'..."

The dragons seemed to love that thought!

Kazimir has multibonded with Cyrsheva and Krasheva!

Name: Cyrsheva (keer she VAH, a mixture of the parents names, as apparently is now tradition for the dad's line; if bred into more complicated naming, readopt mother's ' or any other changes)
Gender: Male
Size: 7" head bipedal
Build: quite muscular
Physical Features: Azon/Halloween Mutt, bipedal though often can run on all fours, with four legs and two main wings, with large claws on all; small hip-wings (nonfunctional), split-ended tail with spikes and poison stingers; angular head with external ears, sharp back swept horns, webbed head and neck spines; pupiled eyes
Colors: Black Pawn 6, medium grey body with tiny checkerboard pattern on face and tail; checkerboard wingsails, and neck webbing; white claws, horns, and ctingers; graphite neck spines; green eyes
Stats: Strength 2, Speed 3, Endurance 3, Agility 4, Health 3, Intelligence 3
Abilities: while the knockoffs are less skilled than their full size Piece siblings, Black Pawn siblings are adept with Infernal and Void powers; with 4 for Telepathy, local and nexus teleportation; and 2 for magic breath and poison stingers
Parents: Donor Clutch Sheng Stac'ver + Vassago Thain
Bond: Kazimir, Voluntary Multibond with Krasheva



Name: Krasheva (kraw she VAH, a mixture of the parents names, as apparently is now tradition for the dad's line; if bred into more complicated naming, readopt mother's ' or any other changes)
Gender: Female
Size: 6'11" head bipedal
Build: sleek and chiseled
Physical Features: Azon/Halloween Mutt, bipedal though often can run on all fours, with four legs and two main wings, with large claws on all; small hip-wings (nonfunctional), split-ended tail with spikes and poison stingers; angular head with external ears, sharp back swept horns, webbed head and neck spines; pupiled eyes
Colors: White Pawn 6, light grey body with tiny checkerboard pattern on face and tail; checkerboard wingsails, and neck webbing; white claws, horns, and ctingers; graphite neck spines; green eyes
Stats: Strength 3, Speed 4, Endurance 2, Agility 3, Health 3, Intelligence 3
Abilities: while the knockoffs are less skilled than their full size Piece siblings, the White Pawns can still use Spirit powers and Verbal Speech with ease (level 6)
Parents: Donor Clutch Sheng Stac'ver + Vassago Thain
Bond: Kazimir, Voluntary Multibond with Cyrsheva

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Name: Chloe
Full Name: Chloe Cogwright
Pronunciation: KLOH - ee KAHG - RAIT
Nickname: None
Race: Android
Birthday: October 9th
Age: 21
Gender: Female
Class: Researcher
Deity: Rialdir, God of Change
Pets: None
Current Residence: New London

Height: 6'
Build: Average
Skin Tone: Dark Brown
Eyes: Hazel
Hair Color: Black
Hair Length and Style:
Clothing Style: Plain work dresses; for the ball, a simple white gown with a little black detailing

Parents: None; Creator Deceased
Siblings: NOne
Spouse(s): None
Offspring: None
History: She was created by an ambitious scientist who also dabbled in alchemy. With his extensvie research, he manage to call her soul forth from the Realm of the Dead and anchor it to a soul stone, which now powers her body. Who she was before her death, she does not recall, but she imagines that she must be rather similar to how she was in her previous life. After awakening, she assisted her creator in his research. He wished for them both to travel to the ball as a chance to gain further knowledge of other worlds as well as test her language learning abilities. Unfortunately, he died in a recent accident, but she still plans to attend alone and continue his research.

Abilities/Skills: Impervious to illness and aging (but does need maintenance), extremely intelligent, speaks multiple languages
Personality: She is rather cold and analytical and does not understand the finer feelings of humans, though she tries. She is very logical and there is little that truly angers her. She is curious and enjoys exploring new cities and towns.

Non-Bonding Companions for the Ball: None

Meeting Notes (Written by Shard): She did truly feel that her creator would have enjoyed himself here at this Ball. Though normally she wouldn't express or perhaps even process the emotions around herself, there was something here - a spark, or perhaps a complete lightning storm of it - that brought her soul's memories just a tiny bit closer to the surface. Not necessarily the memories themselves, but the feeling of being... more complete? Less of a construct and more of a person. That was silly of course, she was already a person according to her creator. And also, oddly, according to everyone around her at this big party.

While she made note of a few who stayed clear of her for whatever reason, if anyone balked at her appearance or the air of alchemical magic around herself, they didn't make it a big deal. Chloe heard the variety of tongues being spoken, and yet without training even she understood them all without having to strain. There was certainly magic at work here! So as more of an experiement than anything else, she decided to wander around the place and observe behaviors. One thing she distinctly noted at this place was that inebriation and celebration as a backdrop definitely brought out the more raucous nature of those people...

She lingered around some of the tables where discussion of how the varied pairs of dragons had been spliced together or aided a little here and there, that kind of science was quite fascinating! As well, the magic that was used to put the whole area into one seamless undersea shelter? Amazing, and she was such a seamless construct herself.

There was that one moment, though, that she spotted a strange creature, not an elf, not a goblin or other such thing, but brown skinned with a third arm poking improbably out of its chest, and a head that was quite heavy with eyes. It was slowly sweeping the hall near where a number of the magical-types arrived, keeping their muddy foot prints from marring the white and black marble farther into the chambers. She needed to remember that now... she lacked her own creator, and beyond herself, only he knew how to perform the maintenance that she might need should any harm come to her form. Even a slow wear and tear, from the possible decades of functionality, that would mean she would slowly lose cohesion.

What would happen if the stone... In a markedly human gesture she shook her head quickly as if to clear those thoughts from it.

I would pick it up and help you put it back.

Could it be said that she 'heard' a voice in her mind? Parts of her tried to start analyzing how that could even be possible, given what she was, but then the rest of her, something old but also something quite unique, perked up and listened. "Would you? How would you know how to do it?" She asked, and finally spotted the source of that voice. It was a sleek dragon with a little bow-tie and a white mask, it was quite dapper.

I just know these things? You're a little different than the air conditioner or the music boxes.

"I should hope so!" Chloe actually found herself surprised, with a laugh. How foreign, how odd. "Who are you, little one? And would you like to be my assistant?"

With that the dragonet nodded rapidly. I am Elk, it will be my pleasure!

Chloe is the companion of Elk Zwitterion!

Name: Elk Zwitterion (as the creature, zwi TEE ree on, last name for the entire clutch regardless of status; name is from chemistry, a molecule or ion having separate positively and negatively charged groups)
Gender: Male
Size: 4' s/l/ws
Build: sturdy, muscular
Physical Features: Hathian-Whorling, with four legs the front two having wing struts, long sharp claws, very long bare tail, long angular face with eye armor blending into neck fins, a fluffy mane, shoulder armor with similar fins; their mane can stand up if needed; Bonding is not required; sponsorships are likely, multibonding/pack is preferred, and non-human partners are likely
Colors: Black Pawn 4, a smooth and even dark grey body with a high white face mask, neck, and belly, and a black bow tie marking on chest; wingsails medium-large checkerboards, fins small checkers; eye armor shiny black, shoulder armor soft white; claws white, faceted eyes red-violet
Stats: Strength 2, Speed 2, Endurance 5, Agility 2, Health 2, Intelligence 2
Abilities: average 2 with 6 in 'singing' (sonic manipulation and perfect pitch), cannot shift in any way, but they do display adept ability with computers and electrical items
Parents: Donor Clutch Evocation Zone + Errick
Bond: Chloe Cogwright, Voluntary Companionship

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Name: Zolgrinas
Full Name: Zolgrinas Salgromun
Pronunciation: ZOHL - gree - nahs sahl - GROH - moon
Nickname: Zol
Race: Elemental Demon
Birthday: May 18th
Age: 328
Gender: Male
Class: Soldier
Deity: Morbis, God of Chaos
Pets: None
Current Residence: Soldier Encampments

Height: 6'5"
Build: Average
Skin Tone: Bronze
Eyes: Golden Yellow
Hair Color: Dark Purple
Hair Length and Style: To High Back and Slightly Wavy
Clothing Style: Standard Issue Soldier Leather Armor; for the ball, a black shirt, black pants, and black boots

Parents: Married
Siblings: 1 Older Half-Sister
Spouse(s): None
Offspring: None
History: He was born as the second child and only son of his father, who is a well-known soldier for their lord's army. His powers manifested early in his life, and he was sent to an academy to hone them before being forced to join the army as well. He has spent his entire life since fighting in various wars and battles for his lord, whether against other lords or against the other races. He has not returned home or seen any member of his family in decades, and he has grown so tired of his life that he has secretly been planning to desert the army. The ball may just be the answer as to how.

Abilities/Skills: Earth Elemental Magic, Basic Swordfighting, Survival, Masonry, Sculpting
Personality: He is rather apathetic about most things in his life at this point and has given up hope of ever returning home or living any other kind of life. He is quiet and introspective, and the only joy he gets is from sculpting stone into various shapes with his power.

Non-Bonding Companions for the Ball: None

Meeting Notes (Written by Shard): He was big, clad all in black, but he didn't hold himself like any of the locals. He wasn't a bodyguard for someone in the delegation on the balcony talking shop, nor a sentry to stand watch at the entry to the other portions of the venue. No, those things were painfully obvious by the fact that he was a demon, just-not-human-looking enough that no one would mistake him for a local. But also hardly out of the norm for this party. That fact alone brought Zolgrinas a little bit of boldness, a touch of confidence in something other than his battle prowess.

He spotted several people that matched him in size and musculature - including at least one that was most definitely a host of the event - he didn't feel all that out of place among what seemed to be a largely-human gathering. That thought fluttered around and faded as he got closer looks at things, some of which... fluttered around his head before giggling and flying up to dance with other fey or draconic people in the rafters above.

As several nests of dragons came through the place, he watched eagerly. Dragons were quite different here, weren't they? From one another, as well as anything found on his own home. Idly he flipped through the little pamphlet that one of the greeters had handed him, wondered what was in that goodie bag (smelled like something sweet, and possibly something liquid?). He found himself looking over the last page with descriptions and images, grunted to himself. "Pointy bits, might keep some away."

"Might interest others," someone commented.

Without looking up, he gave a sideways nod, "perhaps, army's always looking for new ways to spear things through."

"You are not looking for that," that same someone said, and suddenly Zolgrinas realized 'someone' was looking right over his shoulder, peering with some difficulty at the booklet he had on the table. "You are looking for some peace, aren't you? But sometimes peace has a cost."

A sharp dragon face, not like the ones at the end of the book, more like ones toward the front... Blinked and finally rested their chin on his shoulder. "I might help you pay that cost, if you want. I might not be big enough for you to ride," it glanced away at what appeared to be its 'parent' clutch - who were quite a bit bigger than this little hatchling with the black backed checkerboard wings. "But I can already fly, and I think I can learn how to do some magic. I liked listening to our not-father's spellcasting lessons. I won't be very good at it? But maybe it will be enough."

A strange wave of confidence and ... and what? What was the mood he'd discovered? It had been so long since there were things other than dread, anger, and exhaustion in his life. Anticipation? Optimism? It came through him like a storm, little wisps at first and then a gale of emotion. It was not a truly magical bond or an impression, like some he'd read in that book, but it was a true pairing indeed. Dewcada finally introduced themselves formally and might be the tipping point for the demon's escape from his endless toil.

Zolgrinas is the companion of Dewcada!

Name: Dewcada (doo KAY dah, Naming is throwback -TH ended as most of their lineage has it, why not theirs? Knockoffs are -CADA, if promoted to pawn they can add -th to that)
Gender: Male
Size: 4'6" s/l/ws
Build: noodle with big wings
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
Colors: Black Pawn 5, medium very shiny grey body with mist and high white mottled point marks on face, horn knobs, wing fingertips, feet, and tail; wings are shiny black on the backs, transparent from underneath with tiny checkerboards only under; crest shiny black, tail tuft medium checker; horns and claws white; eyes faceted coppery orange-red
Stats: Strength 2, Speed 2, Endurance 5, Agility 2, Health 2, Intelligence 2
Abilities: average of 3 in most, do not have any shapeshifting nor can they carry it; select one from Telepathy, Verbal Speech, Local Teleport, Nexus Teleport, or Telekinesis to have at 5; they may have Void magic abilities but unless they have a specific attachment that can help them learn, they cannot master spellcasting (Void tops out at 5, spells at 2 even then)
Parents: Donor Clutch Calietosth + Dairruinth
Bond: Zolgrinas, Voluntary Companionship

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Name: Imizael
Full Name: Imizael
Pronunciation: IHM - ih - zael
Nickname: None
Race: Reaper
Birthday: March 30th
Age: 337
Gender: Genderless
Class: Keeper
Deity: Tirrus, God of Death
Pets: None
Current Residence: Toran, Realm of the Dead

Height: 5'5"
Build: Thin
Skin Tone: Ghostly Pale
Eyes: Black
Hair Color: White
Hair Length and Style: To High Back and Very Curly
Clothing Style: Plain Gray Robes; for the ball, gray robe with black intricate swirls upon it

Parents: None
Siblings: None
Spouse(s): None
Offspring: None
History: They were created by Tirrus to help maintain the growing number of souls in the realm. They spend most of their days keeping the souls in order and soothing those that become upset or aggressive. They like to listen to the stories of the souls and have become very interested in visitng other places recently, which is why they have attended the ball.

Abilities/Skills: Extreme Speed, Resistant to Illness, Persuasiveness, Calming Magic, Perception
Personality: They are rather chatty for one of their kind and enjoy stories. They have a naturally calming presence on those around them but can enhance that with their abilities. They find the souls of the dead fascinating and wish to visit other worlds and lands. For a reaper, they are extremely curious and adventurous, and they are greatly looking forward to the ball, mainly for observing those of the other worlds.

Non-Bonding Companions for the Ball: None

Meeting Notes (Written by Shard): There was something that caught the eye of - and perhaps the magical imagination - a specific highly unusual guest at the party. They'd hardly even been there a few minutes when they spotted a little nook, tucked into an arch along one wall. Cushioned seating and little shelves indicated that this was a nook that should be visited and enjoyed!

There were many weird remnants of magic here. But what they saw on looking at the shelves was more than just an echo or a memory. Little packets of stacked paper, paired with small dropper-topped bottles? Intriguing. Images on those papers looked similar to many of the motifs here at the Checkerboard Ball - one might certainly expect a chess piece like them!

Well, to commemorate the occasion, the Reaper curiously took up a stack, discovered there was a little pouch under it to keep the rest. Dropper, paper... Oh! And instructions? To put it on image-down, let a drop moisten it... Oh the magic definitely was working. Overtime, perhaps.

They tucked the rest of it back into its pouch, making sure that the bottle wouldn't come open and that the papers wouldn't fold. After applying this little 'temporary tattoo', Imizael wandered out to the party proper, and enjoyed a tremendous evening!

There were so many people, with so much to say. A fair few of them were bleeding out into different dimensions, just standing there sipping coffee at the one kiosk, and one of them - one of the hosts in fact - stared directly at the Reaper with a strange expression, and then shook his head, smiled, and nodded toward the rest of the ballroom.

For several hours, the pale-skinned collector of souls soaked it all in. Tales of adventure from worlds with conflict, and musical distractions from a variety of groups that culminated in a big gaudy show! As the 'midnight' bell rang out, Imizael would certainly remember this party forever!

I will remember it too, a little voice directly addressed the Reaper. It is where you found me! And I'll be with you to always remember!

The dragon's wings fluttered, though it wasn't able to fly yet. There was a magical connection so strong that led right back to the Reaper's arm - where they'd placed the temporary tattoo. "It was you, then!" And that dragon nodded.

"I can help, can't I?" They asked. "You have a hard job, I think I can make it easier."

"I'm sure that anyone in distress will find you quite pleasant, little one."

"I am Lirastash! And you are my friend!"

Imizael has bonded with Lirastash!

Name: Lirastash (LEE rah stash; Turun namesake will inherit in offspring or be modified by partner's naming convention accordingly; Knockoffs otherwise recieve -STASH as a name ending)
Gender: Female
Size: 4' s/l/ws
Build: Bigger than many in their knockoff-clutch
Physical Features: Tattoo mutt, four legs, two wings with feathers and membranes, head has small horns and external ears, pupiled eyes, lots of sparkly floof, paw pads and claw feet, long tail with feathers, orb with magic; requirement of being tattooed (or... temporary tattooed) ^^ Note that as this is a replacement sire other features such as Scaled Skin, Hoofed Feet, Three Horns, Body Baubles, and various powers may inherit if desired, they do not have to appear
Colors: Black Pawn 3, shiny graphite grey body with misty white floof and pawpads; wing feathers and tail grade from oily black at body to silvery primaries; large checkerboard under wingsails; horns and claws light; teal eyes; large and small checkerboard orb and aura
Stats: Strength 5, Speed 3, Endurance 3, Agility 1, Health 3, Intelligence 3
Abilities: 5 telepathy, verbal speech, magic sense; 3 paradise creation; otherwise they use only very modest versions of light breath and divination
Parents: Donor Clutch Sta Turun + Shigan
Bond: Imizael, magical tattoo bond