Description
Broad of shoulders, muscular and tall, Jakkal matches his strong, rather-square jaw and large ears easily. His face is also host to a pair of hazel eyes and a small, round nose that appears quite out of place. His bay coloured hair is worn in a foot-long 'tail and swings with every motion of his head.
He wears comfortable, fitting dark pants with a paler brown shift and a dark brown jacket over the top. Upon his shoulder is a knot of rich indio and pale blue, marking him as a member of the Sallen Sea Trader Fleet.
History
Born during a spring squall on the deck of the Sallen Sea Trader's Flagship Klarabelle, Jakkal found his sealegs much more quickly than most of his other sibblings who were born while the Fleet was anchored by the shore. Amongst those sibblings was his little brother Pelleran who later Impressed and became known at P'ler at Ista Weyr.
Where his younger brother seemed to have a natural attraction to trouble, Jakkal's loud voice and outgoing nature, along with his dedicated work ethic, meant that he was entrusted with scouting out new trade partners from the time he was fourteen and started to show signs of his impressive frame.
As a result, he and an Uncle were checking out prospects near Ista Hold while the family went to pick up Pelleran who had been asked to Stand during their last visit to the Weyr. When the family came to pick him up, Jakkal noted the absence of his little brother. He spent the time before the next visit speaking to his father and trying to convince him of the reasons why having a Rider in the family might not be a bad idea.
Jakkal put his mind into making sure his father did not feel that the workforce had suffered as a result of losing P'ler, and, when the Fleet once more stopped at Ista, he suggested that he might remain with his runnerbeast, Amber, and a few members of the Fleet to properly explore the prospects to be found on Ista Isle.
In the time since, Jakkal has set up semi-permanent residence with the Traders stationed at the Weyr, but is often seen riding about Ista or getting a ride to the newly created "party island" to see where there might be a need of Trade and how he might assist his father in building up the Fleet's renound by filling those requirements.
Family
| Name |
Relation |
Location |
Position |
| Jakor |
Father |
|
Sea Trader |
| Nahla |
Mother |
|
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| P'ler |
Younger Brother |
|
Brownrider |
| Nahlaj |
Younger Sister |
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Firelizards
Sleep With One Eye Open Brown Kappa
A behemoth of a brown, this stocky firelizard might not seem terribly capable of being unseen or quiet — those who might presume as much would be dead wrong. He is a blunted beast, low-slung and long, with only his tail giving him the impression of real length. His hide is a somewhat rusty sort of brown, with darker encrustations — like so much dried blood — remaining in the creases and folds of his hide where no amount of scrubbing will ever remove them. The leading edges of his wings are similarly colored, crimson bleeding back into shadowed darkness. Even his sharply angled neckridges are tinged in that ominous hue, forming a terrible stripe down the length of his back. His tail is not spared from that gory patterning, either — along the underside, flecks and spatters of red mar the rusted brown, only to burst into a vicious spray of crimson at the ends of his tail.
Behind Bars of Steel Egg
It all comes back to gray for this curiously small egg, the various shades of that singular color creating a claustrophobic and painfully confining effect. All straight lines and harsh angles, strange shadows cast just out of sight. Light hitting it at the right angle will reveal something startling that might otherwise remain hidden — steel-bright lines, like so many vertical bars, work their way around the shell at an evenly measured pace. As if the gray was not containment enough, fickle fate has seen fit to bind it further, rendering it a prison for whatever it is that lurks within.
Hatching Message: One strong crack. Two. And finally, finally a limb pushes past one of the bars limned on the Behind Bars Of Steel Egg. Too fast to be seen, it withdraws and with that taste of freedom, the firelizard finally breaks out. A sturdy, scowling brown is all that remains and he walks on, not giving his former prison a second thought.
Dam: Gold Meribell
Sire: Bronze Heather
Credits: Theme: The theme for this clutch was the movie "Inglourious Basterds", a not-quite-traditional war-like movie set in Nazi-occupied France by Quentin Tarantino. The eggs were focused on quotes, events, and places within the movie, while the firelizards themselves are based on some of the most notable characters.
Inspiration: Hugo Stiglitz
Quote: "I don't look calm to you?"
Personality: Most will call this brown 'crazy'. They would be right. He is a creature of unwavering calm in the face of danger, of utter emotionlessness, of complete ruthlessness. Fish and insects will be slaughtered with abandon — meat on plates will be slaughtered and dragged off to dark corners to be consumed. He is capable of being totally still for long periods of time before striking, often hiding in shadows to await the arrival of his prey. In short, he is cruel madness, his whims being the only master he fully obeys.
Burning With Loyalty Brown Morgawr
One might be convinced this firelizard is black at first, naught more than a beast composed of passionate charcoal and ash. In some lights, the truth of his color is easily seen — brown beneath the illusion of char, easily oiled into glory again. His handsome muzzle is graced with flecks and streaks of brown so light that it might be confused with white, flecks of hide-bound ash that drift further down his neck and stick securely to his powerful shoulders and neckridges. Shimmering sparks of gold and heated red chase at the trailing edges of his wings and cluster at his haunches, forever smoldering embers made manifest in nearly glowing lines of red-gold. Where the red coals seem to spill away just past his haunches, cherrywood brown can be seen, unbroken and pure along the undulating length of his tail.
Where There's Smoke, There's Fire Egg
Looping coils of iridescent darkness and silver are tangled upon this egg in wild array, fuzzy images barely glimpsed but never quite fully seen. Those coils consume nearly a full three quarters of the egg, leaving the rest of it — all the way to the apex — left in shadow. But, there, at the very top, one will see a single bright ember of gold and red, trailing ash-white smoke in a lazy curl that meanders and finally dissipates into nothing. The glow from that ember reaches far, stroking the top of the egg in a faint tinge of flame-touched hues … there is no fire yet, but soon.
Hatching Message: A soft crackling noise can be heard escaping the egg, the rapid scratch of the beast within seeking to escape. Scrabbling claws finally break free and a smoldering brown stumbles free, quick to kick the shells aside and then to move on with a hungering creel.
Dam: Green Nepheline
Sire: Bronze Ra
Credits: Theme: The theme for this clutch was the movie "Inglourious Basterds", a not-quite-traditional war-like movie set in Nazi-occupied France by Quentin Tarantino. The eggs were focused on quotes, events, and places within the movie, while the firelizards themselves are based on some of the most notable characters.
Inspiration: Marcel
Quote: "Oui, Shosanna."
Personality: His is a quiet dignity, a loyalty that is unwavering and unquestioning. As firelizards go, he is a mild sort, not a beggar, not a thief, and definitely not the type to ever harm another without just cause. But, his loyal nature does make him prone to doing things outside of his comfort zone if convinced by those he trusts — such is his greatest weakness, his only downfall.
Beauty Monster Green Siren
Beautiful lines make up this sleek, trim green firelizard. She is beautiful but strong, as her muscle structure is clearly visible. One can easily trace the lines of her powerful muscles make along her compact little body. However, she's not muscular enough to be ugly. In fact, that power and strength is contained in a beautiful little shape.
Her whole body is a light olive brownish-ochre green color that makes it just a little difficult to tell whether she's brown or green at first glance. But it only takes a second look to note that the olive green is more prevalent. Lines of darker olive seem to follow her muscule structure, accentuating it.
What's odd about this green is that her rounded, smoothed eyeridges seem to meet slightly further down her muzzle than they should. She also seems to have at least two more ridges on her forehead, meeting in a "V" that points down her elegant muzzle, towards the tip. Or perhaps these are just more of those dark olive lines….
Who Is the Beauty? Who, the Beast? Egg
This egg is medium-sized among firelizard eggs. It's yet another one of those eggs that seems to have a face on it. However, what's odd about the egg is that the face is bifurcated, right down the middle of where the 'nose' should be. On one side, lines of dark rose on a peach-colored field form a beautiful, sculpted woman's face. And yet on the other side of the bifurcation, the dark brown lines lengthen and twist on the sickly olive green background, corrupted into a horribly grinning monster with hideous yellowed teeth and a glowing red eye.
Hatching Message: The "Who Is the Beauty? Who, the Beast?" Egg splits, right down the divide between the two halves of the egg. Still wet with egg goo, the green hatchling inside stands, flinging the shell halves away from her, and sending a triumphant, shrill roar to the sky!
Dam: Green Kunzite
Sire: Bronze Charmer
Credits: Created by—YOU! The egg and hatchling were based on B'Elanna Torres from 'Star Trek: Voyager'. I don't know the character or her particular Star Trek very well, but hopefully I've done a good job on the egg and hatchling. I pity the males that try to chase her when she's proddy, if she's anything like I imagine her namesake to be. Klingons normally like to, ah…"play" a bit rough. Which is putting it mildly. XD
B'Elanna's dual nature should make for an interesting combination to play for this little green — tough in public, downright mean in chases, but a sweet little churring kitten to her foodthing when alone. Because only alone with you does she feel comfortable enough to let her softer side show. Enjoy! (A'dar)
Dragon
