Drown
Carskeith
Annoying (flit)

Character
~~Gen~~
::Name:: Drown
::Gender:: Female
::Rank:: Resident of Mindspace
::Species:: Anthropomorphic Wolf
::Age:: Something over 100. Looks 24 and also dead. ish. Necromancy does that to you sometimes.
::Job:: Freelance necromancer
::Location:: Mindspace

~~Appearance~~
::Height:: 6'
::Eyes:: Bleached Yellow
::Fur/Scales/Feathers/Skin:: Coarse black fur, bleached orangey in places, from exposure to magic.
::Hair:: Short, worn spiked, reddish orange, white in places.
::Other:: She's a little too tall, and a little too thin to be healthy. The secret to her long life is the fact that she dove headfirst into the field of necromancy, and this has had some interesting physical effects. She's at least 7 inches taller than she should be, and as a result looks a tad stretched. She's boney, spindly, and too thin to be healthy. She's got an absolutely creepy grin and really bloody bright eyes, which she keeps closed whenever possible.

~~Skills~~
::Magic:: Necromancy.
::Physical:: //
::Mental:: //

~~Personality~~
::Mental Disorders:: //
::General:: Evil. and fun. Fun and evil. Fun evil. Fuevil. Fevil. That's it, she's Fevil.
Not really. If we're completely honest, Drown is neither evil, nor does she believes in the concept of evil. She just does things, of sometimes questionable morality.
She's actually quite friendly and fun to be around, because she likes to laugh and make people laugh. She's always got a story to tell, and usually an amusing one. She saunters when she moves, and has this laid back, arrogant air that makes people either like her or want to deck her in the nose. She does have some sense of morals-- she doesn't hurt anyone without good reason, and she only goes about raising the dead when they want to be risen. She occasionally acts as a medium too, but not with any of that gaudy crap, as she puts it, and only to people who strike her as really needing it, as convinced by individual stories of heartbreak. Yay.
For all her hardcore appearance and reputation, she's actually quite frivolous. However, it is not wise to doubt her abilities, or piss her off. You don't get so into a field of magic that it starts physically eating you alive without retaining some degree of mastery over it. She's kind of becoming necromancy, in a sense, without meaning to. And as, at least in mindspace, all magic is neutral, this isn't steering her in any moral direction or causing her to do evil-- just making her have the qualities of whatever magic she's integrating with. The necromancy, in this case, is physically eating her while keeping her alive. She can regenerate a good degree of flesh, and as a result, she'll never be completely eaten by magic. yay. When she looses the energy to maintain this fairly complicated process, she will 'die', as it were-- she'll decompose into magical energy-- but luckily, she's still got a few centuries left to waste, as she puts it.
Final prognosis-- mostly harmless.

~~History~~
::Former Location:: //
::If Relevant:: She was a good girl once, honestly. She just hung out with the wrong sort of people. She swears. No really, don't give her that look.
Actually, if she ever says anything to that end, she's probably lying. She was born into a fairly prosperous Victorian English family, but got bored with the whole 'high society' thing and wandered off at the age of fifteen. She's always been a kleptomaniac, and made use of this skill when she was on her own. She even rented a room above an opium den, which can't've been good for her developing brain.
When she was around seventeen, she met an individual who changed her life. A necromancer, what luck! being an ambitious fellow interested in magic, she devoted herself, perhaps too zealously, to the study of this dark art. She's gotten quite good at it, with a few side effects-- see above. Funfun.

~~Connections~~
::Mate::
::Family:: Unknown
::Bondeds::
::Pets::  Annoying, F shimmer purple flitter (FGPC Weyrhall)
 

Bonds

::Name:: Carskeith
::Gender::
::Species:: Dragon Mutt- Alskyrian/Pernese
::Rank:: Small Male, Modified Rare
::Colour:: Twilight

~~Appearance~~
::Size:: Around that of a pernese blue
::Eyes:: Standard pernese
::Fur/Scales/Feathers/Skin:: Gradual tonal change from dark blueish gray to a gray blue tone to a light grayed purple tone across hide.
::Build:: Small, Average
::Other::

~~Skills~~
::Magic::
::Physical::
::Mental:: Telekinesis, Teleportation, Telepathy

~~Personality~~
::General:: Carskieth is a fairly easy-going soul, in a quiet and thoughtful way. While he likes to go out and have a bit of fun every now and again, and even cause some chaos (though he'd rather watch the effects, rather than participate in them himself) now and again, he also greatly enjoys sedate musings and just sitting around, sunning himself and thinking. He's game to do whatever drown wants to do, and usually sees everything in the calm good-humor with which he faces everything in life. He's fond of thinking, and is always thinking, which Drown fondly makes fun of him for, even when he's being a tad mischievous. He's not malevolent, though, and never does anything that will actually hurt someone. He's very fond of music and young things, and will likely wish to have many children and sponsor the children of other dragons, as well as his own.In general, he's an easy-going, thoughtful sweetheart, with an occasional mischievous streak.

~~History~~
::Origins:: Darkling Dawn
::Hatching Excerpt:: ((Originally written by Kitsuneko) The other two dragons appeared rather less impressed with their show-off sister. The twilight male slunk off and sat at Drown's feet, who glanced down at him with interest. "Hey, Carskeith, why don't we get something to eat?" She asked her young bond.
The twilight nodded thoughtfully. That sounds good, I'm getting hungry. Carskeith agreed.

~~Connections~~
::Mate::
::Pedigree:: Jeystith (Shimmer Fire-Gold F Alskyrian Dragon, Mother) x Ennath (Dawn M Modified Pernese Dragon, Father)

Pets

Annoying, shimmerpurple flitter.
((Average in size, and slightly lighter than average in colour. Drown paid the four marks for this particular creature legally, though the marks themselves were stolen from one of the riders in the BSW. Annoying is not actually annoying-- just lazy and cuddly, and surprisingly intelligent. Her and Drown get along famously.))

1: Search
2: Carskeith's Hatching

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1: Search
It wouldn't be first time that bleach had found herself waking in unfamiliar territory.
Actually, that happened quite often. She liked to think it happened for a reason, though more than likely it was just a random offshoot of the whole being-eaten-by-magic thing. Still, it was always interesting when it did.
For example, she'd gone to bed the night before in the middle of an unfamiliar forest, on her way to visit one of her mad friends. Just now, she'd woken on hard ground-- which was, she'd admit, better than pine needles-- staring up not at an overhead covering of trees, but a clear blue sky.
How fascinating.
Rolling over, she noted with slight pleasure that her stuff had teleported with her, for once. That was a nice change-- usually she had to send Annoying back for it, causing the little flitter to get overtired and foul tempered for a day.
Drown stretched and got slowly to her feet, smoothing out the clothes she'd worn for the past day and a half, and threw her pack over her shoulder, walking in a random direction she seemed appropriate. Others seemed to deem it a good way to go too, for every now and then she'd look up to see the form of a dragon flying overhead.
In this direction she walked for hours, staring dully ahead of her, annoying alternating between flying at her side and curling up across her shoulders. The shimmerpurple was bright in the sunlight, almost painfully so, and Drown found herself wondering when was the next time the creature would rise. The little bugger wasn't due for a month or so, but you never could tell with the genetically manipulated.
She was distracted from her thoughts when one of the shadows that occasionally passed over her lingered longer than usual. They were shadows cast by the dragons overhead, but they were usually gone as quickly as they came, tracing their way across the land until they disappeared into the distance. This one, however, merely got larger and larger, prompting the anthro wolf to look up, disturbingly bright eyes blankly curious.
It was, sure enough, the form of a dragon, a great blue. And he was landing. Wings that were to her huge, but in relation to other dragons were actually rather small, subtly angled themselves so as to make landing easy on both dragon and rider, and the dragon settled onto the ground with surprising grace, for something so huge. Drown, who'd raised her eyebrows and was regarding the two in mild confusion, stuck her hands into the pockets of her rather worn jeans and waited for the pair to do something.
"Hello. I'm G'vin and this is Aavaanaath." the rider said cheerfully, dismounting and holding out his hand, evidently for Drown to shake. She obliged him, removing her own bony appendage from it's home in her pocket and shaking his hand, before returning it. "Aavaanaath noticed you walking here and we were wondering where you were going. Perhaps we could give you a ride?"
Friendly. That made Drown grin, which was, perhaps, an unnecessarily creepy expression, but she meant it the right way. She liked friendly people, they were so rare these days. "Actually," she answered, ignoring Annoying, who lifted her own head to stare at the newcomers, "I have no idea where I am or where I'm going~ I kind of just appeared here." Her voice and expression were cheerful-- she didn't really have anywhere else to be, and this happened far too often to be worth getting annoyed over. "Is there anywhere that's interesting to visit?"
The bluerider smiled, adjusting the cloak he wore over his shoulders. "Yes, actually. Darkling dawn. It's-"
Darkling dawn struck a spark in Drown's memory-- she'd heard something about it from the worldwalkers, it was one of those other worlds, one with dragons. "Darkling dawn?" she interrupted, excited. "I'm there? That's why there were so many dragons in the air." And then she remembered herself, sheepishly grinning at him. "Sorry, couldn't help myself."
G'vin didn't seem to mind, however, nodding at her words. "Yes! Actually, that's why Aavaanaath and I stopped here. There are three clutches on the sands and Aavaanaath noticed that you might be the right sort to stand at one. If you'd like to, that is."
What a fortunate turn of events! Drown felt the creepy grin lighting on her face once more, as excitement rose in the skeletal cage that was her chest. Stand as a candidate? And impress one of these dragons that she was hearing so much about? That would be awesome, yeah. She would definitely jump at such a chance, and even do summersaults. even if she wasn't good at them.
"I'd love to, G'vin. Thank you!" the words were said enthusiastically, which was strange with such a creature as herself, who was not prone to enthusiasm of any sort. "And thank you for not giving me odd looks." she added, motioning to her overthin form. "Most people do."
G'vin smile and waved it off, shrugging. "It's fine. Would you like a ride to darkling dawn?"
"If it wouldn't be too much trouble," she answered, giving a respectful nod to both rider and dragon. "And thanks too to Aavaanaath."
The dragon crooned his own return, and G'vin remounted, helping drown up beside them. This was a new experience, too-- Drown had seen dragons fleetingly, but had never ridden one before. She watched the ground fall away as the dragon rose into the air, enjoying both the brief weightless sensation and the wind whistling through her hair. These next few weeks, she was certain, would be full of new experiences, and she was most certainly looking forward to them.

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