Post by S'yal on Jan 13, 2011 21:30:40 GMT -5
Name: F'ox, formerly Farrox
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Prisoner: Unfortunately, yes.
Crime: Theft
Craft/Rank: Prostitute
Appearance: There's a suggestion that he was quite a handsome man, once. His nose is sharp, his cheekbones high and delicate and his eyes slanted in a slight enough manner to be noticeable without being extremely odd. His lips are full, albeit extremely pale. He isn't girlish looking, though he gets rather close to it. Instead, his features merely seem delicate... this enhanced by the fact he seems underfed and frankly miserable.
His hair was once grown long to be as attractive as possible, but now it's short and messy upon his pale head. He likes it better this way, even as the nearly transparent hair is slowly becoming more healthy after his turns of abuse at the hands of his 'employer'. It's white and brittle, the first sign of his albinism if one didn't care to look at his eyes. Said eyes are pink with a red pupil, the white around it slightly stained with pink as well to make it clear that he is indeed an albino.
His body is covered in numerous scars, though they mostly decorate places that cannot be easily seen, even if the albino was naked. The most notable place scars cover are the bottom of his feet, but underneath his upper arms is also liberally covered in scars. Now that his hair is short multiple slashing scars can be seen over the back of his neck as well.
He carries himself in the manner of someone who has been hurt too many times and now expects a monster to be lurking in every shadow. He is tense and hunched over, the 5'8 man making himself appear even smaller and ready to leap away from every little threat that might appear.
Personality: Broken. Farrox has never been loved by anyone or anything, and has always been at the hands of those who wish to only do harm to him. In his mind, there is no good in the world. There is only pain and suffering from which he cannot escape... ever. Even when he was taken the the prison his suffering did not stop. He even recognizes the fact he is broken, damaged property... though he never remarks on it. He keeps his broken spirit hidden from others under a blank mask, and very rarely does the fact he is ruined sneak out. He is quite depressed. Never a hour goes by without him thinking of his past and his future, and he doesn't see how a dragon could pick him when he's the way he is. All Farrox really needs is a good therapist and someone to show him he isn't trash, but no one is willing to step up to the job.
If you dig even farther into the depression, however, he has the shining soul of an innocent even with the mud slinged all over it. He doesn't understand how the world works, having been born and raised to be a prostitute and rarely leaving the brothel. He doesn't know how to cook, how to read, how to write. All these things fascinate him, and he possesses an almost childlike curiosity about them. Unlike most prisoners, he feels no feel or hate of dragons... and is instead enthralled by them as a child would. A dragon has never tried to hurt him, only to help him. He always finds any excuse he can to approach his draconic guards and try to get them to talk to him, because he's so desperate for interaction but just too frightened to approach a human.
He is frightened and obedient. He never disobeys a guard or another prisoner, because he's scared of them. He doesn't want to be hurt again, and thus he keeps his head down and does whatever he's told. He works harder and faster then the other prisoners, just because he wants to make them pleased with him. It's twisted how he wants the guards to view him as a good prisoner, because it would be nice to have at least one person find him useful. Because he's so thin and weak, he usually works himself to exhaustion.
He's a sweet person. If someone can dig underneath the trauma they'll find a loving, if a bit clingy, friend/partner. He wants to cuddle up to whoever can befriend him forever and never be left alone. He wants to be protected and be assured that he will never be hurt again, but he knows this cannot be. He's a lowly prisoner in the prison, and who would notice him? Hopefully not the other prisoners, as they frankly terrify him and he wants nothing to do with them.
History: Farrox was born into a life of misery. He was the son of a prostitute, and the owner of the brothel she worked and lived at had desperately hoped for a daughter. Unfortunately for him and for Farrox, the child had been born a son. So, no biggy. There were plenty of homosexuals and women that would come to buy a prostitute, and they would even be paid extra for the owner to keep it quiet. So, in a way, he was delighted the child was a boy. He was even happy about the albinism. It was unique. It was exotic. It would hopefully draw in customers who wanted a taste of something a bit out of the norm.
The first twelve years of his life were spent in a boring manner. He played with the other children of the brothel, the unattractive of which being sent packing to the creche eventually. Unfortunately for Farrox, he was attractive. Eventually it was just him and a small group of girls, and by the time they were twelve they entered 'training'. It would be best not to speak of the things that occur during training for forced prostitution, as this is proboards.
By the time he was sixteen, he was working as a full prostitute. Of course, none of the people that ever came to him were gentle by any means. Mostly the women chose the bigger and stronger male prostitutes, leaving Farrox to other men. None of which felt the need to act kind to a mere prostitute. He was worthless, after all. Just a body used to sate ones urges.
He often tried to fight off his clients, and received many beatings for his efforts. Mostly they were kept to his feet and other invisible places, so as not to mar his appearances. Eventually, the prostitute found other ways to rebel. Mainly, in stealing. He was never allowed out of the Brothel, so he stole from his customers and from his owner alike. He even stole a firelizard egg, once, but his owner found out and killed the newborn Blue just after it Impressed to the albino. That was the final straw after all his thievery, the brothel owner decided. Farrox was valuble, but people were getting angry at his thievery and trying to extort the owner for more money.
So he sold his slave to the Dragonwatch.
Off Farrox was whisked, to a place much more horrifying then the brothel. He didn't understand anything in the prison, and all he knew was that he was in a place full of scary people who glared at him and guards that thought he was trash. He frankly did not want to be there, and spent most of his time inside his cot, only leaving to work. He pulled his covers over his head in an attempt to hide himself from the other prisoners, who'd taken to mocking the prostitute.
Then, the clutch was laid and an offer of candidacy was made to the broken man. He took it quickly, even though he was sure no dragon would Impress to a broken creature like himself. He was horrible and miserable, after all. But still, something he'd never felt before bubbled in his chest. Hope? Yes, that was it.
Maybe his hope paid off, but suddenly Farrox's trust in dragons was shattered at the Hatching. He Impressed to Green Snowth, a darling creature gentle enough not to frighten her Rider. However, Snowth was attacked by one of her sisters and scarred. Now F'ox has problems trusting Green dragons besides Snowth, viewing them as potential threats to Snowth. He didn't want his beloved dragon to cry like that ever again.
Other stuff:
Pets
Deceased, Unnamed Blue.
Name: Crypt
Impressed to: F’ox
Name of hatchling: My Motto Bronze
Firefly character: Mr. Universe
quirky, reclusive, logical, industrious, impulsive, egotistic, delicate
RAGE
fffuuuu green
To: F'ox
Appearance: She'll be a big girl when she grows up, spring green with lighter green on her stomach and the undersides of her wingsails. Takes after her mother in that her eyes are nearly always red.
Personality: Loud, pessimistic, overdramatic, unlucky, self-absorbed.
Blue Ice Water Hatchling from the Chilled Egg
Appearance: Ice Water is a sleek and regal firelizard, all angles. He always carries himself with dignity, head held high, back straight, feet placed perfectly one in front of the other -- feet that are on the end of abnormally long, slender legs. He is the epitome of not wasting an iota of energy and never makes a move that is not perfectly calculated. His colors are simple: a light, almost white blue at the tip of his tail melting to a darker blue on his wings and upper body, even darker on his head. He is not a flit that needs fancy markings to look beautiful; indeed, he embodies the stark beauty of the frozen landscape his name harkens to.
Personality: Ice Water is everything his name implies. He is emotionless and cold, unsympathetic even to the most stirring emotions in others. Everything he does is clinical, precise, and methodical. He has no time for imperfection, and to him, emotion is exactly that. Getting rid of emotion is to make oneself perfect, which is exactly what Ice Water has done. His bonded should expect no immediate love from him but rather a calm, silent scrutiny. If Ice Water deems a partnership logical, then and only then will he declare loyalty and love -- and that loyalty and love is very easy to lose and often a trial to regain. Everything for him is about what is practical, not what is right, and he will stick by that no matter what.
Snowth
Name Snowth
Fairy Tale Snow White and Rose Red
Desc Color and pattern wise, Snowth is a little bit of everything: light lime spots along her shoulders, flanks, back, and tail, a darker, almost black green bleeding into the edges of her wings with those darker chest spots, the almost-yellow tint to her head knobs and claw-tips. Size wise, Snowth is a sturdy green, slightly thick for her breed and a smaller frame to boot. Her claws will be large for her size and her wings are long and strong, giving the girl more stamina and distance from the ground.
Personality
It's a good thing that Snowth has such a colorful hide! This little girl would hardly get noticed if it weren't for the many decorations on her skin, both those she was born with and the one given to her by her loving sister. Snowth herself is no where near as loud as her skin would suggest, being a quiet and mild-mannered dragon. She is no braggart by any stretch of the imagination, preferring to allow her actions to speak instead of her words or Hers (or Roseth).
If left to her own devices, the green's socialization would go to nill as she continued to work as hard as she could, thinking random tunes to herself. Whistle while you work, and all that. She finds the others enthusiasm for going out and being vocal admirable, and very much not something for herself. Snowth encourages such behavior, gently pressing the more outspoken members of the prison into speaking further, doing more with their lives, all the while watching from a distance and being pleased for them. Being alone with Hers and maybe a close friend or two is a much more appealing use of her time then going out and consorting with massive amounts of other dragons.
Quiet and unassuming parts of the gentle dragon aside, underneath it all lies a core of steel-covered marshmallow fluff. When pressed, Snowth will defend herself verbally if she cannot flee a bad situation, momentarily giving the idea that she can kick someones butt between and back. It's all an illusion, that rare huffing and puffing, a smokescreen of tough to hide the dragon that wants to run off to avoid a fight or an argument. Ultimately, Snowth will always depend on Hers to protect her.
When the tables are turned, one does not harass or abuse Hers. Just because a dragon cannot hurt a person doesn't mean that Snowth won't do her best to scare the living daylights out of anyone getting near to Hers with malicious intent or snatch Hers up in order to pull them off. It may be hard for Snowth to stand up for herself - it doesn't mean that she will be so forgiving when it comes to her bondmate. She loves Hers, after all.
Snowth is very much a doting mother. Taking over infant-duties a bit beyond her, she pampers and cares for Hers any way she can. They are special, they are Just Right and only for her. 'Protection' comes in many forms, Snowth's most obvious being the affection she holds for Hers: nibbling at clothing, nudging gently when sad, murmuring soft words of love and reassurance when the mood gets down and stakes go up. Not an easily jealous dragon, Snowth takes care of any stray beasts Hers may bring in, lovers included. In return, she expects to continue being loved and cared for the same as she had been.
Why Me? Farrox needs love, a protector, a mother. He is a broken young man, one that Snowth desperately wants to fix and take care of. He is her darling, and she wants to be his help out of the depression and sadness. In Farrox, Snowth will find someone who will love her even if she isn't the most talkative of greens or the brightest, a man to stroke her nose on the bad days and hopefully defend her when others become too pushy.
In terms of Flights, Snowth will be caught only by males pre-approved by Hers or not at all, fighting to not Rise unless Hers is suitably comfortable with the mate chosen. It may not always work but she will never the less try - for Farrox.
