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N o i r Wafflesaurus Vice Captain
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 Posted: Sun Feb 02, 2014 3:54 am
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G i v e n N a m e:: Artemis Sebastian Theodori, and my toddler; Calliope
O t h e r N a m e s:: Art, my girl will answer to any name called, mostly Cally though.
A g e:: Twenty-one, Calliope is 24months
B i r t h d a y:: August 14th; Leo. Calliope was born September 1st; she's a Virgo
O r i g i n:: Greek Isles; Kos, to be exact. Cally was born on the beachfront near our home.
S p e c i e s:: Bronze Water Drake
H a i r C o l o u r:: A sandy-blonde colour with slightly reddish colouring round my horns. Ally is a little gingernut - strawberry blonde hair.
E y e C o l o u r:: The colour of bronze itself, literally. They look like liquid metal. Thankfully Calli's are ruby red.
H e i g h t:: 6' 8.5", I am much larger in my Dragon form. Calliope is only 2' 8"
B u i l d:: Lanky and athletic, with not much fat; defined muscle tone, but not a lot of bulk; could probably do with a little bit of fattening up. Calliope is your typical cute-and-chubby toddler - all squishy and cute.
S e x u a l i t y:: Homosexual, strictly.
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C o l l a r:: Velvet, or Enchanted Lace - I have a child after all.
C h a r m s:: Heart and Lollipop, since there's a lot of sweets in our house and I need someone loving. I-I don't really have a selfish need, honest... Oh... Well.. M-Maybe a Ruby then.. For reasons.
C o l o u r s:: Plum and Green, definitely. And Deep Purple. Anything else that means a happy and friendly person I'll take as well.
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L i k e s::
☑ Sweet fruits
☑ Dawn & Dusk
☑ Swimming
☑ Healthy Eating
☑ My Daughter
Cally likes:
☑ Sweets
☑ Cuddles
☑ Soft Toys
☑ Being read//sung to
D i s l i k e s::
☒ My Ex
☒ Centipedes, ew
☒ Thunderstorms
☒ Mess//Clutter
☒ My Past
Cally Dislikes:
☒ Thunderstorms
☒ Most insects
☒ Most vegetables
☒ The dark
T a l e n t s:: I can write pretty good poetry, I'll admit. I also have a bit of a greenthumb as well, I think that's a talent? That's about it, really... Calliope likes it when I read, she says I have a nice voice. Her only talent is being so loving that you can never be truly angry at her.
Q u i r k s:: It's less of a quirk than a necessity, but when out in the sun in my human form, I have to wear a sort of blindfold that shields my eyes from the light - because of their colouring, the sunlight reflects off them and blinds me. Indoors I'm okay, most of the time. It depends on the type of light. I tend to just wear it all the time. I rub my right horn when I'm thinking and my left one when I'm feeling guilty or embarrassed. I don't wear shoes at home, I tend to have people leave them at the front door and wear slippers, like in Japan.
S k i l l s:: I can change between my completely human form and Dragon form with ease. I generally stick to a mixed form; one where my horns are visible and I have bronze claws instead of nails unless I go out in public. Because I'm a water-based dragon, instead of breathing fire, I can shoot jets of water; I can vary the temperature of them from scalding hot, to ice cold. I can also create mist instead of smoke. Um, I'm stronger than a human, and I have heightened sight and smell - I can see in the dark, which is pretty handy. Just like all dragons, I have this perma-sense for anything I consider to be my 'treasure', which means I can track it down no matter where I am. Plus I can fly.
Calliope can change forms, it's just very hard for her right now. She prefers to have tiny little horns sticking through her hair most of the time. Her form is a much brighter copper-bronze, compared to my more oceanic metallic bronze.
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P e r s o n a l i t y:: I'm first and foremost protective, I won't even try and deny that. Given the circumstances, I'm rather happy and peaceful, even if I have the weary look of someone who has dealt with far too much drama and pain so soon. I have my moments of sadness, but they're outweighed by moments of joy. I care - a lot, maybe too easily. My parents always said I have a soft heart and will help out anyone, and it will one day get me into trouble. Even though it did get me into trouble, I'm still a caring person, who won't lay a hand on anyone without good reason; I will only hit another male in self-defense.
I'm somewhat soft-spoken too. I don't see the point in drawing attention to myself, or raising my voice. The exceptions are when I'm trying to find Calliope, or I get angry. I don't generally get angry, but if I have to, I will. I'm a loss less reasonable in my dragon form, and have a tendency to get angrier much quicker, but even then I'm still not an angry person. I'm trying to find the strength to open up to someone again, but I don't trust easily these days. It would take a special someone with a kind heart and lots of patience to heal me. Speaking of patience, I have an unending amount, to a point. If I'm being pressed for something, I tend to panic and get flustered, but when I'm not panicky, I'll help out someone to the ends of the earth and back.
H i s t o r y:: I was hatched on a secluded beach on the island Kos, a part of the Dodecanese - a group of Greek Islands. While I come from a line of aquatic dragons, we spend the first few months of life on land, getting used to the climate, learning where the safe places are to hide, and most of all, learning how to change between a dragon and human form. I was five years old when I took to the ocean the first time; swimming comes naturally to my kind so figuring out how to glide through the water was a no-brainer. Life for us was pretty easy-going, we'd live between the ocean and humans, getting most of our food far from where fisherman liked to fish.
While life was simple, mine wasn't quite as simple. You see, us dragons have odd breeding habits. While we are generally blind to gender preference, the most purest of dragons are born through male-female breeding. While our colourings never look the same thanks to the metallic nature of our scales, purity is determined by our eyes - mine look like liquid metal, which makes a rare pureblood. Because they were so reflective of the light, I had to wear a blindfold or sunglasses in my human form just to walk around in the day. As a dragon, thanks to the different eye-shape, it was much easier on me. If a same-sex pairing spawns a child, the purity will dilute over generations; you will never find a purely metallic eyed dragon from a same sex pairing. I had a harder time than others because I was the first dragon in a while to have such bright and startling eyes, so my parents began to try their hardest to arrange a marriage for me.. At the tender age of ten.
I spent most of my time away from them, I couldn't handle being pawned off so easily. The more they found other females from a strong lineage, the more I found I just wasn't attracted to them. They were either superficial because of their stance in our society, or they just didn't have what I wanted in a partner. I started to go to human school when I turned thirteen, and just like other dragons, I soon learned I wasn't the only dragon there. There were a few others from the same dragon clan as I, but I'd never seen them before. We all became friends, and I learned that they were from families that were mixed blood - turns out I'd been rather sheltered with my pure blood lineage. I didn't see any problem with them, their eyes were all as beautiful as mine in my opinion.
I began to spend more and more time with these mixed-blood dragons, and found myself attracted to one - Mikhail. He was different, in more ways than one. He had dark hair and eyes the colour of blood, and his dragon form was just as dark. Turns out that somewhere down the line, his family interbred with a different species of dragon - most likely a grandparent. Because his parents were a same-sex female pair, Mikhail's colouring turned out so different to everyone. He was two years older than me and could have any dragon he wanted, but by the time I reached sixteen, he chose to claim me. When two of my kind fall in love, our bodies go through a change; the less dominant one in the pairing becomes an egg bearer without changing gender. As time passed, I got a rather good job as a laborer and saved all the money I could, while Mikhail mooched off whatever I didn't protect. He refused to get work, saying we didn't need to, we were dragons, we could just take what we wanted. While I didn't like his thoughts, I was too deep in love to realise what was happening. Until the day he walked out on me.
Mikhail left when he found out I was carrying an egg. He'd never wanted a commitment to a male, just a bit of fun. I was shattered, even more so when he replaced me with a female sand dragon. I attempted to go home, but my parents were livid at the thought of their pureblood son carrying a males egg. They disowned me, so I stole some of their valuables - I'm not dumb enough to take their 'treasure', they'd track me down. I took my savings and left Greece. Pawning their valuables at high-end auctions, I worked a few cash-in-hand jobs and managed to get a loan for my own home. I bought a beachside manor that was going cheap because no-one liked the design, which meant I didn't need such a large loan. I birthed Cally's egg just three months after moving in.
Two years on, and my money is starting to wear thin. I can take up a job as a Greek tudor, but I can't leave Calliope on her own. I don't want to hire just anyone, and I'd rather have someone who can live with me without worry, especially if I can see their traits before they move in.
N o i r Wafflesaurus
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Posted: Mon Mar 28, 2016 9:52 pm
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G i v e n N a m e:: Elijah Shea Weylyn
O t h e r N a m e s:: Shea
A g e:: Nineteen
B i r t h d a y:: February 14th
O r i g i n:: London
S p e c i e s:: Dream Incubus
H a i r C o l o u r:: A soft pink hue
E y e C o l o u r:: Hot pink in color. However they can change from darker hues of pink to light shades of red, depending on my mood.
H e i g h t:: 6'1"
B u i l d:: I have a muscular but lean build
S e x u a l i t y:: Homosexual
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C o l l a r:: Velvet
C h a r m s:: Ruby, Cloud, Bed, Rose, Lollipop, Heart
C o l o u r s:: Hot Pink, Plum, Green, Deep Purple
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L i k e s::
☑ Apples
☑ Sweets
☑ Singing
☑ Flowers
☑ Sweet Dreams
D i s l i k e s::
☒ Bees
☒ Smoke
☒ Sour Foods
☒ A Dirty Home
☒ Thunderstorms
T a l e n t s:: I love to sing and have ever since I was small. I think I have a rather nice pitch after all the lessons I have had. I'm an excellent cook and when I can, everything is sparkling.
Q u i r k s:: Whenever I am mad or nervous about something, I either play with my hair or I clean whatever I can get my hands on. It helps me relax for some strange reason, and once everything is clean I tend to calm down. In order to use my powers, I need a LOT of energy that comes from sex... and even then... well... I need my partners "bodily" fluids to increase my power. Another thing, whenever I am weak from hunger, I become incredibly irritable and hard to get along with. My body will slowly start to lose its appeal and shine as well. I must have a partner willing to be with me in order for me to live. I'll die without the sexual energy. And... I'm afraid of being alone. Being an unwanted child really did some damage to me, and I'm terrified that I will end up that way again. Which is why I am grateful to be what I am. Everyone loves sex and I'm sure that someone will want me just for that.
S k i l l s:: enter people's dreams and do whatever I want with them. I can manipulate them and control how I want them to go. Of course I can charm people with weaker minds. The weaker the mind, the more control that I have. A person could be wide awake and simply daydreaming and I would be able to have my way with them.
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P e r s o n a l i t y:: I come across as a flirtatious and beautiful man. I'm an Incubus so of course it is in my nature to charm, flirt, and seduce. I'm an outgoing person because I was raised to be so, and I am incredibly loyal to those I deem special and important. Of course, that was only to my father and mother. I do act differently depending on the crowd. If I am around children, I become gentle, kind, and incredibly patient. I just have that mothering instinct which is odd considering that I am a man, but I suppose that is because I helped raise my younger siblings for a while. When I am with an older crowd, I tend to show more of my true nature. I like to flirt and play games. It all depends on the person on what kind of games that I will play though. I find that if I am with stubborn men who like to assert their dominance to be quite aggravating, so I tend to rebel and become bit of a brat. I like getting my way and will become pouty and hard to get along with until I get what I want. What can I say? My father spoiled me so I'm used to getting whatever I want. Normally though I'm a pretty nice guy that loves kids. I was always loyal to them seeing as they are incredibly honest, unlike adults who like to toy and play with people. People who are much like myself, but I would never hurt someone intentionally like most people. I am a people person and I like be out and about, and no that isn't sexual in any way. I was raised in a town with a beach and other sources of entertainment, so being cooped up inside is something I don't like. I get restless and easily annoyed if I am.
H i s t o r y:: I think it is all pretty simple really... well... for the most part I should say. However, let me start from the beginning. My mother was just your typical college student on spring break. She was a beautiful young woman with bright blue eyes and beautiful dark hair. It wasn't normal for her to run with the party crowd, but a couple of her friends begged her to go to a small town that was close to a beach. The town was (and still is) a big tourist attraction with it's white sand beaches and crystal blue water, though it is small, the place has quite a selection of entertainment means. Bars, malls, theaters, the beach. It was the typical spot for young people to have fun. Moving on to the next part of my tale, my mother was pulled into the local club. This is how she met my gorgeous father. The man was handsome, charming, and had this unworldly beauty that made weaker women swoon. His hair was such a light color pf pink that it was almost white, while his eyes were a hypnotizing shade of magenta. Yes, my father was a true lady killer, but then again, aren't all Incubuses? The two hit it off and the entire time my mother was on spring break, she was with my father. My mother always spoke fondly of the past memories with the man, and I always loved to hear her talk about her life. On the night before the day she left, things became a little heated, and soon the couple found themselves naked and tangled with each other on the beach. The next day, dad saw mom off, slipping his number and address into her pocket, and that was the last time my mother saw him. A couple of months passed and my mother found herself getting sick and getting bigger. Yup. You guessed it. She was pregnant with little me. Mom was overjoyed with the news, however... my wonderful grandparents weren't as happy. They begged my mother to go through with an abortion, that she would be throwing her life away if she kept me. My mom was heartbroken and refused. Her friends had told her to call my father, but the woman said it was none of his concern and that she didn't want to bother him. So the months passed and the woman continued to grow and then I was born. Were there a lot of people happy about my coming into this world? Nope! Just my mother and her closest friend, my godmother.
My mom raised me all by herself until I was six, and then her parents forced her to marry some hotshot lawyer. I didn't care for the man and I believe my mother only tolerated him because she didn't have much of a choice. My step-father was a horrible man who only cared about money and his status in society. Did he like me? No. Not at all. He hated me because I was considered to be a scandal to his new little family, and the man was quick to get my beautiful mother pregnant. I had two younger siblings who I was incredibly fond of. Excluding my step-father, we were a happy little family. However, I had to learn the hard way that things weren't always meant to stay happy. When I was nine, my mother started to become incredibly sick. With every passing day she grew weaker and weaker, and eventually had to stay in bed. I took care of her along with my younger siblings, and when I was ten, she finally passed on. I lost the only woman who actually loved me. As soon as the funeral was over and everyone was gone, my step-father packed me things and told me to get out. I walked ten miles to my grandparents who wouldn't even answer the door. Instead they sent out a butler to tell me that it was unsightly to see an orphan hanging around on their porch. I had no idea where I was going to do, where I was going to go, but I remembered my mother's friend and quickly ran to her. The woman was incredibly kind and she kept me for a couple of months before revealing that my mother had left her a letter containing a number and an address. She said that I was welcome to stay or find my father. After resting and making sure that I was up for the trip, I was put on a plane and to the town where I was conceived. As I got off the plane, a tall man with hair like mine was standing there, waiting with a smile on his face. I finally had someone to love me. Living in the small town was different from the larger city but I enjoyed the beach and sense of peace it offered. The drive back to my new home, my father told me that he was the one in charge of running this small paradise. He spoke of all the things that it offered and the time that he spent with my mother. I could tell that it deeply hurt him that she kept me secret and never called him, but he always smiled at me and told me that at least he had a little part of her now. I told him all about my life and how mom was forced to marry that a*****e, which dad didn't handle really well. Anyways, I was raised with much love and care. My father spoiled me and took me almost everywhere, but I was always curious as to why he left at night. It wasn't until I was sixteen that I finally understood. I didn't really understand the intense desire to have sex with anything walking, and just put it off as a part of puberty. What changed my mind you ask? The fact that I found myself in my father's dream.
It scared me at first but when we both woke up the next morning, my father explained things to me. About what we were and that the urges I was feeling were perfectly normal. He told me that all I had to do was go find someone to have sex with, and so I did that very thing. It just didn't work out as well as my father had planned. From a young age, I had feminine features and was told that I was too pretty to be a boy. I was often mistaken as a girl as a little boy and it just seemed like that older I would get, the prettier I would get. By the time I was sixteen, I had been approached by many people from different modeling and acting agencies. Anyways, my father and I found out rather quickly that women were incredibly jealous of me... especially when it came to my father. Many believed that we were a couple, and quickly felt stupid when they learned I was his son. So what did I do next? Well it's obvious isn't it? I started sleeping with men. Which was fine because I never cared much for women anyways. My life with my father was a good one and I enjoyed every day that I lived in that small town. I started to learn how to use my powers for infiltrating dreams, manipulating them, controlling them. I learned how to seduce others easily and how to please my partners. So how did I end up in the slave trade? Well... because I had to follow my lower head instead of the one on my shoulders. My dad had to go away on some kind of business trip and it was during that time that a new couple moved to the town. I was playing with the local kids when I saw him, and the man made it quite obvious that he was interested. His girlfriend didn't like that too much and quickly pulled him away, which made me interested on how much I could get away with. In the beginning it was nothing but harmless flirting and chatting, but it turned into a physical relationship rather quickly. The sex was great but his dreams... his mind was weak so I could turn his dreams into whatever I wanted. Our relationship lasted an entire week, and then everything went downhill. I was just enjoying myself when his girlfriend walked in and hit me in the back of the head with something. There I was passed out on the bed with her boyfriend who cheated on her with another man. Of course she didn't take it very well and after beating the s**t out of her cheating boyfriend, she dragged me off into the city and sold me. I was told that she got a high price because of my looks and my race, but what good did that do me? Now that I am thinking about it, I remember my dad telling me not to fool around with couples because it caused problems. Well, I wished that I would have remembered that bit of information. I guess now I will just hang around this room until someone decides to come and get me. Not like I can do much of anything else.
Elena Tresemme
Hot PinkxxSalmonxxDeep Pink RESERVED
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