Emisandre - Black Pearl

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Stats
Name: Emisandre
Gender: Female
Age: 27

Description: Emisandre is a tall, black woman. She has very dark brown hair that, with some extra weave, is fixed on her head in a multitude of little braids. Emisandre has deep, quiet grey eyes, a small mouth and a wide nose that's just a tad uneven because of a childhood run-in with a tree. 
Personality: Emisandre is fussy and precise. She does things a certain way and won't leave course once she's started. She is dedicated and conscientious, always trying to do the best she can. Deep inside she would love to be a little bit more carefree. She knows it won't matter is she's 5 minutes late, but somehow her mind just tells her that is not an option!
Short Bio: Emisandre is the product of a very nonchalant society. As a young child she started to loathe the casual way by which many of the people worked, did business and disregarded promises. So she strove to become a better example of how things could be. She naturally gravitated to numbers, charts and math. She also tries to keep her promises. Alas, this backfired as Emisandre feels she's very easily taken advantage off. She can say no, but that feels like a personal defeat every time. 

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Hatching
It was late afternoon when the call went out to gather the novos and spectators for the hatching of the triple clutch. The light of the day was still strong, but soon enough it would give way to twilight, and eventually night. The mothers had asked for a dozen or more novos each, even though barely a third of that number of eggs was visible at any time. Wagers were made over the total number of eggs, the total hatchlings, the presence or number of queen eggs as was usually the case for these events.
Ryslen luckily had no shortage of novos. Some were “leftover” from the hundreds gathered for the Flurry. Others came specifically for the Court clutches. More yet were “regular” searches for the Nidus, what with their return to the Nexus and the growing list of Flights eventual hatchings to be held on the red sands.
The hopefuls came quickly to the sands, abandoning lessons or tasks if they had to. Most came in the white robes they were provided, though some “forgot”, and some chose to come to the sands more quickly by skipping the stop back at their quarters for the garment. Nonhuman or novos of above-average size would sometimes wear a white scarf or stole as the symbol of their candidacy, though many did not. Scores of hatchings at Ryslen had shown that while fancy clothes or bright accessories might catch a hatchling’s attention, it did not guarantee a bonding.
Someone had suggested that all of the eggs should be arranged in a line, or two crescents and an s-shape so that they’d hatch like a row of dominos, but eggs regularly refused to bow to the whims of those outside of the shell. They hatched when they were ready, and one of the larger eggs in Eilonwyth’s clutch was beyond ready. The shell snapped audibly, and the dragonet within pushed the halves of the shell apart. Light coloured hindquarters kicked the shell away, revealing the hatchling’s hide to be silver. The hatchling’s rear toes were dark red, though, his Court markings all but hidden in the red sand. The hatchling backed out of the shell and looked around, faceted eyes blinking. His front half was a warm bronze, a colour expected from this clutch. It appeared that even though this clutch was a full court clutch that some of Ryslen's magic had crept into the offspring, allowing them to also claim the Light, Night and Twilight effects.
The largest of Agstan’s eggs had been rocking furiously for a few moments now, and then crashed into each other as if it had been choreographed. One shell shattered from the impact, and threw the occupant out onto the red sands. The Night Bronze hatchling tumbled, righted himself, and then crashed into the other egg, which rocked under his weight and threw him off. The stronger egg gave way, and deep golden paws pushed the top of the shell off, revealing the Dark Court Queen. Agstan rumbled encouragement and approval to her shiny children, and the Night Gold climbed out of the remnants of her cradle and moved towards the female candidates. The Night Gold was amused, though only her rider-to-be would be able to tell. She walked right up to a no-nonsense lady and looked up at her with a sense of gravitas that outweighed her current size.
"Emisandre, my name is Luminralth. I think we will do splendidly together."

Luminralth hatched at Nidus Ryslen

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Training
"Hurry up Luminralth!" Emisandre called to her bond.
"I'd never pegged you for one to be so stuck on the rules." Luminralth retorted.
"In my own world maybe, being late a small amount is fashionable. Here it doesn't work like that I've learned."
"That's because here we have ways around it." Luminralth winked.
"We were told not to use teleportation on our own." Emisandre said cautiously.
"I'm not just any dragon. I know my time. I'll make us arrive on time."
Deep in Emisandre's pocket, the black pearl pulsed approvingly. It wouldn't be much longer.

Read all about how they saved the world here

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Flight
Emisandre had taken her time to decide on her future. She had effectively been written out of her own dimension, time or reality by what she'd experienced. But strangely that left her with a lot of options. Luminralth had been patient, but even she was starting to get antsy.
"What shall we do?" she asked once more.
Emisandre finally gave up: "Is there anywhere you'd like to go."
She then considered her dragon's special skills: "Or anywhen?"
"I've got a few places that might make for a fun stay." Luminralth said, she had many plans and all the time to achieve them.

Abilities: Telepathy, Verbal Speech, Teleportation, Venom Bite, Poison Stinger

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[STORY] *** [JEREMY] * [EMISANDRE] * [TANGUY] * [PAUL] * [ANGELINE] * [QUINTEN] * [DANIEL] * [IZREEN] * [OPHELIA]

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Lantessama Isle
Background from GRsites