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| Nikolan | |
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| Sex | Male |
| Position | Craftrider |
| Dragon | Blue Tsarziath |
| Craft | Techcraft |
| Rank | Journeyman |
| Speciality | Photography |
| Age | 22T |
| Birthplace | Landing |
| Home | Xanadu Weyr |
Description
Thick, russet hair grows in riotous profusion, cropped close to Nikolan's head in a futile attempt to keep the sun-kissed curls in check. Eyes the color of an autumn storm are framed by dark lashes, set wide in a face just a shade too gaunt. His nose is long and slightly curved and his lips are a trifle on the thin side, already bracketed by the faintest hint of smile lines. Rangy, caught between skinny and lean, his body seems yet unfinished despite the of turns of physical labor that have added muscle, if not flesh, to his frame. His sun-darkened skin shows creamy undertones, with only a few of youth's blemishes to mar his complexion, and a constant shadow dulls the line of his jaw.
Loose pants, a natural midtone brown in color, are clasped around Nikolan's thin waist by a simple brown, corded belt. A number of pockets decorate the pants - hips, thighs, even calves, most bulging from their cargo. Thick-soled leather boots help protect his feet from the ground, sturdy enough for hiking and climbing. A white undershirt is tucked into the pants, and over that he wears a lightly woven gray fabric overshirt, short sleeved and unbuttoned. Frequently found nearby if not on his person are an old, battered riding jacket, a large, cross-body messenger pouch, and a bulky square satchel on a thin leather strap. Around the young man's neck is a simple necklace, made of white twine beads of various natural colors of wood and stone. A single stud of turquoise glints from one ear.
History
Clever fingers and a calculating brain were Nikolan's birthright from his Tech Craft father, but it was from his Harper mother, a scribe assigned to Landing, that Niko got his discerning eye and attention to detail. There was little question where the pair's bright young son - the surprising, yet welcome, result of a brief fling - would end up; from the time he could crawl, he was tearing things apart. It wasn't much after that before he was putting them back together. The natural progression from toddler to child to tween to apprentice was slow, steady, and methodical - three words that form the foundation of Nikolan. Endlessly patient, he carefully worked his way from one project to the next, carefully finishing one task before moving on to the next. When not meddling with tech and electronics, he was pouring over the files gleaned from AIVAS, always looking for something fascinating to study.
Relationships
NPCs: Father (Techcraft Master), Mother (Harper Journeyman), 3 known siblings (2 maternal, 1 paternal)
Ricki: Man, she means so much. Not even sure how that happened. I just - am I really ready for this?
Risali: Totally at the top of my list. Just sayin'.
D'lei: He's not bad. Kind of nummy. Also, he has great taste in women.
Ila'den: Maybe I should look him up in the futu- wait, Risali's DAD??
Dragon
A Modern Man's Armor Blue Tsarziath
This blue is sleek. Cut. Defined. Not a scrap of him is to spare, for a true gentleman cannot abide by an untailored appearance. A lethal sort of grace defines his form, a stern, angular visage complemented by powerful muscles and a coiling gait that speaks to a temperament that is leashed only because he desires it to be so. The deep dark of a starless night defines the majority of his form, a blue so inky it might as well be black, broken only in tiny fragments that do nothing to alleviate his overall air of intimidation. Palest moonstone curls about his neck and forepaws in singular bands, embellished by a sphere of silver at the very center of his throat and the outer curve of each wrist. Slashes and flecks of purest white streak the long line of his spine, a mix of wolfish brindle and dusted starmatter that lend credence to the wild nature subdued by nobility and the sort of manners that maketh him all that he is.
Firelizards
Green Wait
This little hatchling's hide flickers with hints of sullen pine and olive lazily shading the rounded contours of shapely muscle and bone with evergreen darkness. Faint sighs of brightness, those glittering hints of yellow and ivory that dapple her headknobs, wide hips and accent her haunches like fallen sun-faded leaves. Her chest is broad, as are her sculpted shoulders, lightening into a grassy blush. Fernlike fronds, radiate down her throat to her belly, making a deep carpet of velvet mosses bejeweled with paler flecks of dew. Tipped with an aqua splash, her shapely muzzle is elegant and stately, faceted eyes are framed in pale jade that curls away at the corners like wisps of wood smoke, melting into pine. Sprouting up from her back are massive wings. Like the rest of her round shape, her wings seem soft and plush, stretched with jade and strung with webby veins of brilliant emerald. Fore limbs and hind are soaked in darkness to the first joint with tendrils of bright emerald and drizzling a lacework of thin vines that fades with melancholy sweetness into the shadows of pine and forest.
This young lady looks EXACTLY like a couple of her green clutch sisters, only much skinnier which make sher wings look longer.
Green What
This little hatchling's hide flickers with hints of sullen pine and olive lazily shading the rounded contours of shapely muscle and bone with evergreen darkness. Faint sighs of brightness, those glittering hints of yellow and ivory that dapple her headknobs, wide hips and accent her haunches like fallen sun-faded leaves. Her chest is broad, as are her sculpted shoulders, lightening into a grassy blush. Fernlike fronds, radiate down her throat to her belly, making a deep carpet of velvet mosses bejeweled with paler flecks of dew. Tipped with an aqua splash, her shapely muzzle is elegant and stately, faceted eyes are framed in pale jade that curls away at the corners like wisps of wood smoke, melting into pine. Sprouting up from her back are massive wings. Like the rest of her round shape, her wings seem soft and plush, stretched with jade and strung with webby veins of brilliant emerald. Fore limbs and hind are soaked in darkness to the first joint with tendrils of bright emerald and drizzling a lacework of thin vines that fades with melancholy sweetness into the shadows of pine and forest.
This young lady looks EXACTLY like a couple of her green clutch sisters, only shorter in length and a little plumper.
Green Stahp
This little hatchling's hide flickers with hints of sullen pine and olive lazily shading the rounded contours of shapely muscle and bone with evergreen darkness. Faint sighs of brightness, those glittering hints of yellow and ivory that dapple her headknobs, wide hips and accent her haunches like fallen sun-faded leaves. Her chest is broad, as are her sculpted shoulders, lightening into a grassy blush. Fernlike fronds, radiate down her throat to her belly, making a deep carpet of velvet mosses bejeweled with paler flecks of dew. Tipped with an aqua splash, her shapely muzzle is elegant and stately, faceted eyes are framed in pale jade that curls away at the corners like wisps of wood smoke, melting into pine. Sprouting up from her back are massive wings. Like the rest of her round shape, her wings seem soft and plush, stretched with jade and strung with webby veins of brilliant emerald. Fore limbs and hind are soaked in darkness to the first joint with tendrils of bright emerald and drizzling a lacework of thin vines that fades with melancholy sweetness into the shadows of pine and forest.
This young lady looks EXACTLY like a couple of her green clutch sisters, only bigger.