Name: Corey
Age: 23
Gender: Male (gay)

Appearance: Corey has a pale complexion that burns easily. He is tall and thin, with a long face and ears that stand away from his head. He has long brown hair, bushy eyebrows and a well-kept moustache and beard. His eyes are brown. Corey is fashionable and never leaves the house looking less than meticulously put-together.  
Personality: Corey is as friendly as they come. He is very social and worms his way through even the most guarded of people. He has a lot of trivia knowledge and is good at quizzes. He's always ready to help. His sense of humour is a bit on the awkward side with some caustic humour, some self-deprecation and a tad of inappropriate one-liners. 
Short Bio: Corey struggled a bit with his gender and orientation when he was in middle school but has mostly come to terms with being out of the closet. His parents are supportive, and his mother asks him when he's going to bring home a boyfriend every time he visits. No man has been able to charm this shy romantic though. Corey is currently in college, studying Law and Criminology. 
Hobbies: Fashion, working out and generally being nosy. 
Costume: Archer with a fashion sense. 

Pets: Black Firelizard Spook (m) from Meridian Weyr 
Bond: Dark Purple Isolath from Meridian Weyr (Halloween Gather Clutch)


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 Rimaea, Shamira, and the caramel-popcorn-preoccupied Kestrel 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?”

Name: Isolath (isolophobia: fear of being alone)
Sex: Female
Colour: Purple
Species: Pernese Dragon
Size Class: Blue
Personality: Fashionable, Enthusiastic, Loves the Spotlight
   * Telepathy
   * Teleportation
   * Assisted Firebreath


"Strike a pose!" Isolath shouted and a bunch of her fellow fledgelings extended wings, limbs and tails in strange angles. 
Corey couldn't help but smile at the way his dragon took to all things fashion. The old Vogue trick was simply amazing when dragons followed it. Even the weyrling master seemed to allow the unorthodox aerobics as he'd stated that as long as the fledgelings were moving that it was okay. 


Isolath paraded down the Weyr. Her tail swished languidly from left to right and her wings fluttered ever so slightly in the wind. The purple dragoness held her head high and pranced elegantly by some blue dragons. They rumbled and she gave them a quick draconic smile before continuing her pr parade.
"Haven't you advertised yourself enough?" Corey asked.
"Hardly. I'm going to be up on the boards soon and I want every male to want me."
"Imagine the collisions if truly all the males would want to chase you."
"I know some of these males are mated. They won't come but it's nice to be appreciated."
"As long as you don't feel bad about being watched as apiece of meat." Corey remarked.
"I'm engaging them in private conversation while they watch me." Isolath retorted.
"Please tell me you haven't been propositioning them..." Corey groaned.
"We've been talking about metaphysics, what did you think?"



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