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had blond hair and blue eyes. His narrow face with thin lips and high brow
give him a stern and cold appearance. Jonah likes to dress in subdued,
formfitting attire (think turtlenecks and straight pants), paired with
embellished vests that he feels add class to his outfit.
Personality: Jonah was a stern man to begin with, after he started
exhibiting symptoms of his obsessive-compulsive disorder he's taken to
talking in riddles. He's also grown quite paranoid and will not trust even
the fellow patients. He knows there's a conspiracy going on here somewhere
and blames the rest for his predicament.
Flaws: Jonah is unable to walk in a straight line, always approaching
Skills: His riddles often do seem to ring true.
Hobbies: His riddle skills didn't come ad random, Jonah has a passion
He was patient, and did not like
being here. Too many people, too much noise. But he was bidden to be here,
by the king and queen. His paranoid and thoughtful nature hadn't gotten
him away from any of them, but maybe it was time to just... let it happen.
Dragons were everywhere, magic was in the air. Food was on the table, lots
of it, and drink. He avoided both, picking at the chicken salad and
sipping water carefully. Old habits died hard. Even if he'd accepted his
role, perhaps to encourage Alan and get it over with, Jonah was still apt
to be deliberate and careful. He sat with his chair angled, with a good
view of the ballroom. Above, a clock struck - but it was a countdown, he'd
heard six bells when they arrived, now it was two.
Two hours to midnight, though what would that even mean? He'd been
convinced to dance, once, by an attendee he didn't know and wouldn't ask
her name anyway. Returning to the table and his ... King and Queen...
something felt a bit odd. One of those tall arched openings framing the
area had turned bright white with black framing it - magic, because black
was the absence of light, how could 'black' be 'bright'? And from it, came
a remarkably tall dragon, holding his wings high and proud. In front of
him, a much smaller and spiky black and white female. And under their
How did they even manage to drag themselves across the floor with tails
that long? Held high, or in one case held in their mouth, the dragonets
coming from that arch looked to be much older than mere hatchlings.
Keeping his glance angled, habit, he caught the expressions on those at
the table: Regina's was almost one of avarice. But she had her dragonet
resting calmly beside her. Something told Jonah he ought to rise, so he
did. He walked toward the edge of the dance floor where room was being
made for these dragons. A dark one kept moving closer, though it seemed
she was interested in looking at quite a few others in the process.
Until she spotted Jonah, and strode carefully, head in a slightly
protective dip. Horns would grow on her head and neck, he could tell they
would be black as night like her dark scales. His eyes narrowed.
"I know I am dark," she
said, voice clear and deeper than he expected for a young female. "But
you see, I am light on the inside too, like you." She
opened her wings, a splash of metallic silver and pale mist dancing over
them, and as she raised her head up, it wasn't just her muzzle that was
blinding, blizzard-white - her neck and belly, halfway down that long long
tail, were also white. She would be strong, he just knew that.
"Are you implying that I'm a little dark on the inside?" Jonah
countered, but the dragonet just gave off a ringing laugh, knowing that he
Name: High Void Dream'nye (as
the word; father's naming convention indicates location or clan, in this
case 'nye for New Year's Eve/nt; further generations should follow local
tradition or family name for this addition; note also that ^markings
indicate strength of magic or inherent abilities, following father's line,
not all in this clutch are strong enough in those powers to show)
Gender: Female (+preference as desired)
Size: 12' s/l/ws
Build: slinky noodle
Physical Features: remarkably long, four legs, two wings with very
large ice-cutting claws on all; long head with external ears, sharp
back-pointing horns, cheek horns, and paired curved neck spines, end of
long skinny tail also has sharp spines; pupiled eyes; scaled hide (found
in only some of this clutch), armor, will breed similarly to other types
Colours: Body scaled graphite with high white belly, with markings
of high white marked with stars in black, socks of smoke; wings marbled
mist and silver; spikes and horns high black; pupiled eyes cyan
Stats: Strength 5, Speed 3, Endurance 4, Agility 6, Health 3,
* Local teleport (6)
* Prophesy (6)
* Dark Vision^ (6)
* Verbal speech (5)
* Void portal^ (5)
* Telepathy (4)
* Summoning^ (4)
* Prediction (4)
* Body language^ (4)
* Nexus teleport (3)
* Speed (3)
* Void Magic^ (3)
* Ice Manipulation (3)
* Ice breath (2)
Parents: Smirch + Nekeel
Personality: Wise, Wilful and Humorous
Bond: Jonah, Voluntary Companionship, she chooses to remain with
him though it is not a bond
Talking to High Void Dream was like sparring with poetry and riddles.
Jonah never knew what she was thinking, but he kept his thoughts guarded
likewise. He trusted his dragon but keeping his thoughts private had
become second nature. It seemed that High Void Dream respected his wishes
but in return kept her distance as well. It was her right, Jonah figured.
But today, she let him have a peek in her mind as she asked:
"Would you mind a
little prickling of the senses?"
Jonah arched an eyebrow and returned: "Surely you jest."
"Far from it, a girl
has needs as I'm sure a man does too."
"I'm hardly a man girls dream of."
Jonah knew he was far too prim and stern to be the stuff of dreams. A
little resentment returned to him and his bond remarked:
"But I am the stuff
dreams are made off. And I fully intend to have my fun."
"Do as you wish." Jonah concluded.
He could always ride this one out in his room.
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[ALAN] [DEBORAH] [JONAH] [WAYNE]
Met at the
New Years Eve Checkerboard Ball