Post by Taxx on Nov 15, 2018 23:03:24 GMT -5
NAME: Asriath
AGE: Twenty-four Turns
COLOR: Brown
RIDER: Zi'lor
RANK: Wingrider
SPEAKING COLOR: 6d502a
APPEARANCE: Asriath's base is an earthy sort of brown, clearly the dominant shade of his hide, contrasted only by the tan color of his underside and the darker blaze that stretches from nose to eyes, and the small diamond-shaped splash of dark brown on his chin. He's on the larger size range for browns at sixty-three feet, and quite stocky with well-defined shoulders and a broad chest. The end of his left wing is a bit ragged due to Threadscore, which somewhat affects him while flying, but his stamina is as good as any brown's. Other scars trace over his body: one on his right hip, one that trails up his chest, and one missing toe on his right rear foot.
ABILITIES
AGILITY: 3
SPEED: 4
ENDURANCE: 6
PERSONALITY: Paternal, Organized, Insecure, Overbearing
Asriath aspires to be the best brown he can possibly be, and as a result he can often end up trying too hard: a friend to all, a good fighter of Thread, a worthy companion to his rider. Often, in his attempts, he ends up coming on too strong, or even worse, making a bigger mess of a situation than it was when he approached. Inherently clumsy, he may sometimes simply lose track of where things are in location to his feet or tail, or his attempts to cheer someone up or calm them down may go poorly as his words have the opposite effect than the one intended.
A trait he and Zi'lor share is a preference for their days to be planned in advance and to stick to that plan; anything that interferes with it is unwelcome and rather upsetting to the point where Asriath may end up sulking for hours, unless Zi'lor can console him or resume their schedule quickly. Flights, of course, do not count, nor anything that may happen concerning his rider.
Keenly fond of newly hatched dragons, it's not uncommon for Asriath to pick a favorite or two and follow them around, offering advice and help to the new pair whenever possible- asked or not. He can be persuaded to back off easily enough, for a time, allowing the new riders and their dragons time to be alone, but he's usually back again before too long, or if he sees that his help may be needed for whatever reason.
Speak to him in a cold voice, or poke at any of his habits or mannerisms, and he'll reveal an easily wounded side: he'll rarely blame the other for their reaction, taking the blame on himself for messing up somehow, accepting that their reaction was an acceptable response to whatever he'd done. These moods rarely last long, given the short memories of all dragons, but they bother him badly each time it happens.
