Jeremy - Purple Prism

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Stats
Name: Jeremy
Gender: Male
Age: 28

Description: Jeremy is a young Caucasian man of medium height. He isn't very muscled, but neither is he thin. He has wavy black hair that covers his ears and neck. He has grey eyes, a straight nose and large mouth with thin lips. He has a face that most people find pleasing and he usually draws some attention when he walks into a building.
Personality: Jeremy is a loafer. He floats through life without much effort, relying on his looks and natural charm to get him through life. He doesn't promise anything, nor does he actively trap people to do what he wants, but he sure won't deny things they want to do for him. He does feel grateful, but most of the time the flow of goodwill flows one-way. When people leave him, Jeremy is not someone who will go after them. He is a bit of a drifter. 
Short Bio: Jeremy grew up in a broken family where nothing was certain. They often had to move, spending time with friends of his mother. Jeremy became used to living off of other people's goodwill and doesn't know why you should seriously work when a few odd jobs will keep your needs met anyway. His education was fractured across about half a dozen schools, leaving him without any long-term friendships. The only stable relationship in his life, is the one with his mother, though it certainly isn't a healthy one. Jeremy knows this, but he can't bring himself to completely leave her. 

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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.
A blue pushed out of his shell at Eilonwyth’s feet, his arrival overshadowed by the first of Sinaeath’s brood cracking out of her own shell. The purple female stood up, bold in her half-white Light coloration. That completed the triad of Ryslen’s specialty colors. As everyone cooed over the Purple, another Blood Court tumbled out, this one brown and silver. He lay to rest in the red sand for a moment as his slightly-older brother scrambled for footing and ran towards his chosen.
"Jeremy, I am Igianth!"
The young man stared a moment at the blood-pawed bicolored hatchling. It wasn’t purple like the stone he’d found.
"Should I have been purple? Also I am a he, not an it."

Igianth hatched at Nidus Ryslen

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Training
Igianth posed confidently, but inside his nerves always seemed to have the upper hand. Jeremy didn't quite understand his bond tendency to stress. There should be a universal rule that dragons should always come out on top in all that they did. But that memo hadn't reached Igianth.
"You can do it!" Jeremy encouraged.
Igianth straightened and jumped. Flapping his wings, the Blood Court Blue with his twilight silver hind quarters defied gravity and with his light colouring he seemed to disappear in the sky.
"I can fly!" came the elated cry from igianth.
"Of course you can, I never thought you would fail."
Jeremy grinned as he pulled out the purple prism he carried with him in his pocket. Pulsing and emitting a bright glow the gem seemed to radiate power. They were ready for the next step.

Read all about how they saved the world here

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Flight
Igianth cleaned his red-stained paws. His Blood Court Markings stood out against the sky blue and silver of the rest of his body. Sometimes it made him feel a bit self-conscious but his bond had reminded him more than once that he should be proud of his heritage. Igianth tried to change his mindset. If there was one thing his bond had shown him, it was that useless worrying didn't amount to much. But that didn't mean that Igianth was ready to be as carefree as his bond. No, there was still a place for caution. Just stressing about things he couldn't change was something he would try to minimise.
"Are you ready?" Jeremy asked, feeling the inner calm in his dragon.
"As ready as I'll get." Igianth agreed.
"Then it's time."
Igianth swallowed and nodded. and then followed Jeremy to the flight boards. He would join. He would do his best. And whether or not he'd win would be up to fate.
"Don't forget your special skills."
"All dragons can teleport." Igianth said.
"Not like you they can't. It was you who helped save my world. You're special."
With that last push, Igianth rumbled a challenge. He would chase and he would win.

Abilities: Telepathy, Verbal Speech, Teleportation, Blood Activated Elemental Magic

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

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Lantessama Isle
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