Post by Filch on May 13, 2011 22:09:29 GMT -5
C'aw
Name: C'aw (Previously Croshaw)
Age: 25
Gender: Male
Prisoner: No
Craft/Rank: Greenrider
Appearance: C'aw was not a strong looking man, nor was he tall. He was short, in fact, at the height of 4'11, looking far from grown. The male's skin is pale, which is extremely strange, as he spends a good deal of time outside, thus making him easily sunburnt. His hair, aside from being strangely spikey, is a dark brown, nearly black color that is repeated in the flecks in his large green eyes. The eyes themselves are like rounded almonds, only tapering off towards the edges, leaving a strangely innocent look.
It would be innocent, rather, if it were not for the almost constant smirk that was stretched out on his thin lips, an expression that died only when a scowl appeared, making the innocent eyes narrow and already low brows arch lower. When he smiled, it was usually in a concieted manner that showed off a particularly long and sharp canine that poked out of his mouth like a fang whenever his mouth was just closed.
Despite the attempts at looking feirce, the male's features were far too delicate for this to be pulled off succesfully on most occasions. His nose was slight and the tip turned upward, placed just above lips that seemed far too full and soft-looking for some one with such a hard, cruel personality. This delicacy was offset by the multitude of scars on the male's body, the most visable a long jagged one on his right arm.
Personality: C'aw is a dick: not just a dick, but a cold, sarcastic, rude, and judgemental dick.
The man -he seemed more like a boy, truthfully- showed little compassion, often laughing in the face of those who would ask him for help. Anyone who depended on the male would often be let down, as he was far from loyal, only forming alliances when he was sure to benefit. Even then, the alliance would be easily broken if he found a way to get what he wished without the help of people. It was also impossible to tell if the man was mocking you or not, as his voice had a naturaully condescending tone to it.
This tone often added extra sting to another aspect of his personality; the sarcastic and rude bit. Anyone who has done anything worth a congratulation will find that they are still worth little in the man's eyes, even with their oh so astounding acheivements. He also has no sense of respect for those he feels haven't earned it, making it so very difficult for his higher ups to put him in to place. And the bar for one to earn respect is set impossibly high, making it utterly impossible for one to know where he expects you to do.
Beyond that, he'll often formulate an opinion on a person upon sight or even before meeting them. The smallest thing about one's appearance will decide what he will think of one, and once he has passed judgement, it's extremely hard to change it. He's very perceptive, however, and often ends up making correct assumptions, as his keen eyesight is able to pick out minute details that would escape the attention of others. This often ends with him saying, in an extremely stuck up manner, something along the lines of 'I told you so'.
C'aw is also the type to never admit defeat unless provided with undeniable proof which he will go to the ends of the earth to disprove. He absolutely loves being right and other's being wrong, and thus ends up studying often so he can further be right. However, his inability to admit defeat also reaches in to physical fights, the man going beyond his limits to win. In his mind, losing is not in option. If forced to lose, he'll spend all his time working to be able to crush the other.
The only sense of humor the man has is that his own is superior, often taking jokes seriously and going as far as to attack someone over a careless comment. Making fun of his height is something he is particularly sensitive to, and people who decide to comment on it will find the nearest peice of something sharp in their body.
Not to say he's completely heartless; the gruff exterior can be broken with a bit of work, and once C'aw relents to trust someone, he trusts them completely, and is willing to rip throats to defend those he considers family. Most commonly, a strange paternal instinct causes C'aw to take a caring for those few children he meets. Despite insistance he doesn't care, whenever someone he's consented to trust sneers at him, the entire look of cold, calculated cruel fades, replaced by concern, guilt, and, occasionally, tears.
History: Born to a once prominent woman who had fallen out of social grace thanks to a discovered dust addiction and an illegitimate pregnancy, Crowshaw was a small child, as was his twin sister, Yukani. Their disowned mother spent almost all of the money available on feeding her addiction, and the already petite children were deprived of crucial nutriton, leading to stunted growth.
The pair grew up with a careless mother who, when under the influence of Dust, would often screech blame on Yukani, though, Crowshaw, who had a fierce, protective compassion for his sister, would always take the blame and the occasional blows or ban from dinner. Yukani was the only friend the young Croshaw had, and he went to ungodly lengths to protect her.
However, he showed none of this emotion to the loose group of friends that hung around Yukani. Sure, he portrayed a vague sense of tolerance, but, he made no effort to be friendly, and he didn't extend any silly hand of welcome.
When the pair were of age, Yukani was sent off to the Harper Hall, her patience and kindness as well as her pleasant voice making her a shoowin to teach children their songs and what not. Crow, however, stayed home. He had already gotten a sizable reputation in their hold as a pickpocket, and no one wished to take the angry boy under their wing.
Years without his sister brought a cold, harsh tone to the alredy cruel boy's original personality, his mother's screeches that he wasn't good enough hardening his heart, and the other adololescent's avoidance causing him to look at the youth amoung him with despair and hatered. Gradually, this malevolence took over his personality, and, at fifteen turns, he fled from his home.
Crow lived by pickpocketing and stealing, his abscent sense of morality meaning he felt no guilt stealing from the needy or the needless. Where he saw an opportunity, he tried to take it, and, even as he grew older, his child-like size and innocent looking face gae a sense of trust and vulnerability, which was just oh so perfect for he little thief.
Proud as he was, he rarely thought before stealing, and, this lead to two prominent incidents. The first was the story behind the long scar on his arm. Strutting down the street one evening, the boy had spotted a man, hunched over, arms crossed, and seemingly out of it. Bumping in to him in an attempt to make a grab for whatever money the other had on himself, Croshaw had found a knife slicing down his arm, the frantic dust addict thinking the boy was about to steal what was in his pocket. Which he was, but the dust was far from his target.
While some may have learned from this lesson, Crow...well, he became more determined, and, the day a bronzerider came to the hold, he immediately formulted a plan to steal from the tall, and quite strong looking man, hopefully when the dragon was close by. Suffice to say, he failed miserably, and his colorful curses entertained the bronzerider, who promptly Searched the pickpocket.
Much to the surprise of those that Croshaw had spoken to at the weyr, he impressed on his first standing. The egg that had housed Corvusth as large; as large as a bronze's, in fact. And, evidentally, that was what Croshaw, now C'aw, had expected. He was furious when the larger colors passed him, leaving only the small, White-sized Green to Impress to him.
However, he quickly adjusted his veiws to this, becoming of the opinion that, now, he simply didn't have the boring duties a bronzerider would have, though, he still has evident jealousy of the higher ranked riders. Still, Corvusth was perfect, and the pair rose to prominence where they were, the agile dragon and her decietful rider eventually transferred to the prison weyr.
Corvusth
[Name: Corvusth (Corvus is the phylum of Crows)
Color: Green
Appearance: Corvusth is tiny. If she wasn’t so dark, she may have been mistaken for a White at her hatching. She is dwarfed even by other greens, only standing higher then the new Gray dragons that have been showing up. Her build is petite, meant for speed and agility. Because of this, Corvusth has no stamina or strength to speak of. However, it makes her extremely useful when it comes to catching prisoners.
Corvusth is a very dark green, nearly black. It takes a good deal of looking to catch the green tint to her hide, and her rank is really only visible in her size and the bright green v-shaped marking on her breast. It’s nearly white in coloring, and she has fondly nicknames it Vyth.
Personality:
Corvusth is a being of strong emotions, almost comparable to a bomb. Nothing is simple and calm with Corvusth around. She doesn’t get irritated, she gets angry. She doesn’t get sad, she gets depressed. She doesn’t get a crush, she falls in love. Nothing she does is half assed, and her emotions seem far too strong for her small body to contain. Her strong emotions will often leak over to her rider, and Corvusth isn’t sorry for it in the least. To go along with her powerful emotions, she’s a loud and outspoken green. She challenges the authority of even golds... making her unpopular with the more arrogant of the leaders.
She is an intelligent creature, one with an almost animalistic cunning. Her intelligence shows the most in that the green is capable of building simple tools and using them to her advantage- such as getting a shiny thing out of a tree or cornering a delightful herdbeast. She also loves puzzles and riddles, demanding new ones from her rider every day. Thankfully for C’aw, she has an extremely poor memory and tends to forget a riddle in hours, meaning he can use them over and over. She does, however, remember grudges and wrongs against her. She might not remember exactly why she’s mad, but she certainly never lets it go. She has no attention span to think of, unless it involves food or annoying someone. Or a riddle.
She hates it when things are expected of her- because of this, she goes out of her way to surprise being. She loves acting in ways no one would expect, and because of this she encourages C’aw to do the same. She scolds him for his rude and callous behavior... not because it’s mean, but because the looks on everyones faces when he acts nice would be hilarious to the tiny green. She loves shiny and sparkly things, and most of these things go missing if left around the green. Only to be found after she bribed a bunch of firelizards to tie them to C’aw.
Her energetic, strong personality and her love of being strange has lead her flights to be extremely strange. One flight she may make her suitors answer riddles, another she decides to Run like Semith. There’s really no telling what Corvusth will do... just that it will be extremely strange. She never does the same thing each Flight, and she likes to pick people C’aw hates. Just to annoy him.
She loves to annoy things. The more aggressive and violent someone is, the more energy Corvusth will put in to annoying them. Some suggest this is the reason she Impressed C’aw, but Corvusth isn’t telling. The green will have to be kept from the more violent dragons, or she may end up with her head ripped off and left on C’aw’s lap.
Her mindvoice is rough and uncivilized, most comparable to the croaking of a crow. It's often accompanied by harsh, loud laughter that threatens to give someone a headache. It's been known to cause children to cry. Corvusth thinks that's awesome.
Why me? Because C’aw is just as outspoken and loud as she is. But more because he’s someone for her to annoy and push to the very edge. Corvusth loves C’aw, yes, but their relationship is one of arguments and noise. Which Corvusth loves to death. She also desires to draw out his softer side, often stating that C’aw is a much better person then he thinks he is.
