Chiara

STATS
Name: Chiara
Age: 22
Gender: Female (straight) 

Appearance: Chiara has a light complexion that tans in the summer. She has very light blonde hair from being out in the sun a lot and dark blue eyes that contrast and give her a strong gaze. She has a straight nose and light eyebrows. Chiara usually likes to wear practical clothing but she's compromised for the party.
Personality: Chiara is very good at organising things. Parties, Meetings, Research, whatever needs to be done she's sure to have some binders with colourful markers and neat little sections that will keep everything in order. Because she is so roganised, she is pretty popular among her peers. Though she likes parties, she is careful about dating one-on-one. 
Short Bio: Chiara grew up as a child with lots of opportunities. She juggled as many hobbies as she could and liked both physical, artistic and social hobbies. Currently Chiara is studying event management and hopes to be able to work for one of the larger festival venues after she graduates. 
Hobbies: Still too many to count. She's tried just about everything...
Costume: Medieval Lady

Pets: Orange firelizard Pompoon (f) from Meridian Weyr
Bond: Orange Ataxiath from Meridian Weyr (Halloween Gather)

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HATCHING
A chill had settled over Meridian by the time the night arrived. Nobody was sure how the dragons did it, but the eggs were reported to be rocking at dusk the very day of the Gather. Maybe a little magic was involved, maybe the dragons were just some kind of stellar at family planning. In the low light of the moon and the hundreds of jack-o-lanterns lining the Sands, the crowd could begin to make out the candidates. Chiara, Corey and Chris were the first to enter and probably the most niormal as what followed was a parade of the unusual and macabre. Monsters, dragons and a peculiar trench coat and hat that jerked across the sands. The detail on some of those costumes was simply amazing.
As the humming of the dragons intensified, everyone focused on the eggs. When it began, there was no stopping it - one, and then two, and then four of Ponalaeth’s hatchlings arrived, spilling out of their eggs and onto the sands to be bathed in the glow of jack-o-lantern lights. It was immediately obvious that these were not normal hatchlings. Where one might expect brown, blue, green, even bronze or gold, the colours were distinctly All Hallows: oranges and blacks, without a traditional colour in sight.
Faloritoth, who’d fathered plenty of eggs before these (and these likely wouldn’t be his last), looked upon his children with a distinct fondness. Many years ago, he and his single sibling had hatched at a Gather much like this - black and orange, as it should be. The great black dragon gave a proud huff as the first four of his offspring moved to make their choices.
It was turning out to be an “everyone-hatch-now” sort of Hatching. After the first four, it became impossible for the spectators and recordkeepers to keep track of how many had hatched.
A group of three hatchlings were practically tripping over each other as they beelined to the trio of humans. These candidates were very clearly strangers to the Nexus and more than a little offput by the not-quite-human among them. That didn’t stop the hatchlings, though! The first to arrive was orange in colour and triumphant in manner, and she sat proudly at Chiara’s feet.
"And the winner is… Ataxiath! Pleased to meet you!"
"No fair tripping me back there," her midnight-black brother grumbled. "Too bad you missed out on bonding Chris. He lived next to a graveyard once. And he’s friends with tons of dead people."
“Nyctoth,” declared the druid with a smirk. “You’ve got good taste.”
"Looks like a party to me!" The last of the siblings had arrived, unfazed by their third-place finish. While this hatchling could definitely be called black, the soft light of the Sands revealed that she was actually an extremely dark purple in hue - which paired exceedingly well with the colours in Corey’s costume! With a flourish, she continued: Introducing… "Isolath!"
“Gang’s all here,” Corey nodded to his friends. “Shall we?”

STATS
Name: Ataxiath (ataxophobia: fear of disorder)
Sex: Female
Colour: Orange
Species: Pernese Dragon
Size Class: Green
Personality: Competitive, Chatty (and polite!), Confident
Abilities: 
   * Telepathy
   * Teleportation
   * Assisted Firebreath

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WEYRLING
Ataxiath chattered away as was her norm:
"Have you talked about the contest? It would be so much fun and I think it would be good for team-building and making friends. not that you need any more friends... oh well it wouldn't hurt..."
"Yes I talked with the other weyrlings." Chiara interrupted her dragon, "They all seem excited."
Judging by the bubbling feelings inside, so was Ataxiath. Not only was her dragon a chatterbox, she was also fiercely competitive and lived for racing and challenges. Chiara had to admit it was pretty motivating to have a goal. Only sometimes she'd like to be happy with ending up there before setting a new one...

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ADULT
Ataxiath spread her pumpkin-orange wings. The light of the wintry sun caught them and for a moment the dragoness shone in the sunset light. 
"Do you think I look a bit gold like that?" she asked.
"Why would you need to look gold? I quite like your orange colour." Chiara answered.
"But if I'm gold more males would want to join my mating flight."
"Wasn't your orange colour rare? Being rare has to mean something too."
Chiara didn't mention that Ataxiath was about the same size as a green dragon so no male would confuse her with a gold anyway. Her dragoness seemed to pick up on the thought but had been appeased by her 'rare' status. 
"Should we sign us up on the board?"
"I don't see why not." Chiara shrugged, "Want to list preferences?"
"I don't think so." Ataxiath said, "Do you?"
"Human I think." Chiara said as she considered some of the other candidates, "... or at least humanoid."

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[STORY]  [CHIARA]  [CHRIS]  [COREY]