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Kilari of Frostfire
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Green Kuasyth
Name: Kilari
Nicknames: 'Lari, Ki, Ki-Ki, Kil, Ari
Email: kuasyth@yahoo.com
Character Picture:
Kilari
Description:
Feminine influences grace every aspect of this greenrider's form, from the curves that add their touch to hips and chest, to the delicate way with which she carries herself. Confidence makes itself known in her stride and the way gentle chin has a tendency to lift when regarding others. Lithe, sinuous muscle blends with subtlety to hint at strength enough to suggest independence, but yet leaves some bespoken assumption that she can play the part of the damsel in distress when it suits her whim. A slender face holds wholesome beauty, the kind that might be granted a second look, but earns not much more then that. Perfectly straight obsidian tresses spill from a perfectly-split part to a point just above her chin, ends petitely curling, a few stubborn strands -- those that positively refuse to be swept behind an ear, or slip away from that trap to rebel against the hand that stuck them there -- framing a creamy complexion, one earned from a life in colder weather, and free of any blemishes or other marks that might mar her otherwise flawless facade. A few ebony wisps that are shorter still then their fellows brush roguishly against smooth forehead, just above thin, darkly arched eyebrows and innocently widened eyes of a striking frosty blue, vibrantly defiant amidst all her other features, which include an aristocratic nose, and delicately pouty lips.
Leathers:
Gentle roseate and subtle flaxen mingle timidly together to form the wher-hide flight jacket and pants that both cling skin-tight to her form. Muddled in appearance, a blot of blush there and a meek peek of beryl here barely touch, and instead flirt dangerously with each other, a clash inevitable where silver-toned buckles and clasps fasten the articles to their wearer's person. A soft smalt seems to win the battle for supremacy when it comes to long sleeves and cuffs, lovely light wisps of wine falling back but still quite visible with sparkling radiance. Wher-hide boots, knee high, are dyed and polished primrose, the palest sense of the word, near white but still quite obvious that they in fact have their own hue. A collar of bright marzipan slides effortlessly around a neck that manages somehow to maintain a sensuous appeal. Hands are hidden by thin gloves of the same shade, puce in the form of fur lining their insides.
Weyrling Uniform:
A simply sleeveless, entirely form-fitting and snug shirt has been donned, its fabric a thin, ribbed, cotton-like material shadowed in swarthy sable, its neckline curved enough to reveal a teasing hint of cleavage, its straps considerably thin. A pair of skin-tight, cimmerian-dyed wher-hide pants with reinforced knee patches stretches from a low-cut waistband encircled by a plain auburn leather belt with a shining star in the form of a silver buckle blazing out to snag attention, to her feet -- which are clad in chunky-soled, knee-high-shafted leather boots polished obsidian.
'Everyday' Outfit:
Slender strips of obsidian sisal extend from where their bases are firmly stitched to this dress's bustline, angling towards a sensuously curved neck until they finally come to their apex at the back, tying off into a delicate bow. The material itself is sable, more of a woolen fabric really; instead of pressing against her skin, it gently hugs it. Just enough to accent the slender curves that grace her form. The bottom hem stops just an inch above her knees. Pristine-white shirt, delicate hands covered down to the knuckles by its sleeves, lies beneath that dress, dextrous fingers unhidden. Chunky-soled raven-polished boots complete the ensemble, heels equally chunky. Their shafts extend to just below her knees.
Current Knot:
Starmount's frost-bitten colors are branded to the threads which braid themselves in formation for this knot. It's anything but plain, either crafted by its wearer or some other person to whom explicit instructions were given. It's worn proudly on her shoulder, as looped and braided and tassled as it is, marking her as one of Starmount's own. A rider to a green dragon, or so the shock of near-neon green through the other tones might denote.
Candidate's Knot:
Her rank as Candidate is clearly branded upon her shoulder by the ratty knot of off-white cord twisted haphazardly and carelessly together.
Kilari is 22 Turns, 1 months, and 1 days. (Taken May 26th, 2001)
Kuasyth
Dark hues convulge sloppily into deep, gloomy secrets, masking the dull, uncharted greens that force and adhere their shades upon her emphatic hide, stickily masking the feminimity of a truthfully dainty build. Near-molten brown-greens slip across slim shoulders and flanks, drenching those areas of her form in the dark mass that drips unpretentiously and unceremoniously towards scrawny limbs that suggest lissome influence touched in a gleaming dark emerald. Buttery markings gather atop her head and swirls around innocently wide eye jewels, tinted green by moldy striations that tiptoe down a sinuous neck in winsome, timelessly aged growth, as if fungus upon the very bread of life. Green tea swirls into effervescent ripples atop fragile, transperant wingsails; mainsails dipping darker than pinions, but all whispering dull hues to match murky depths.
Kuasyth is 2 Turns, 8 months, and 2 days old. She measures 20.1 feet in length, with a wingspan of 33.37 feet. (Taken May 26th, 2001)
Wave after wave of muted, shimmering fuchsia clashes with the brilliant shades of passion fruit, mingling together in a fervent exchange of pure and utter physical adoration for one another, splashing up in vivid boldness, gliding ever so perfectly around the dark verdant-consumed neck of the wearer of these straps. Gleaming and polished silver buckles in the shapes of five-pointed stars have been attached where needed, fitting perfectly with the rest of the colors on both dragon and straps. White-gold padding peeks out from random places, perhaps the very places that bug the wearer most, perhaps just to make the straps most comfortable for the draconic owner. Who knows?
Kilari's Weyr of Pink Exotica
Pink. Pink. And more pink. It's everywhere one's gaze settles, and places where it doesn't. Satin and silk come in the form of near-translucent sheets of the same color that sparkle and whirl around the ground in chaotic elegance, a carpet of sheer glittery squares of material that seems to leap from the ground beneath pairs of feet at times. A small bed, its borders easily capable of trapping two people, sits in the corner of the well-lit weyr -- well-lit by baskets upon baskets of mostly-unshielded glows --, blankets and sleeping furs and pillows of all sizes matching that of the silky squares that adorn the floor. A large indentation is neatly carved in one of the walls -- a dragon couch, obviously --, rended with talon scars just as the ledge is, and covered in several different, ornately-stitched throw pillows, upon which firelizards can often be seen curled languidly. From the stone, one might catch faint hints of lavender, spiced klah, redfruit, and, most importantly, 'catnip'. The general scent of feline lingers in the air, and often a few furry heads can be seen peeking from some hiding place or another, eyes almost glowing with curiosity. Clothespresses are scattered about, no doubt filled to their brims with personal belongings and clothing. Several candles are settled atop one's surface, the 'press closest by the bed. The free space that's left in the room is occupied by a small table and two chairs, both crafted from some sort of dark wood or another. As for decoration, there aren't many except a few dashes of pink paint on the stone walls.
Obvious exits:
Ledge Tunnel
Kuasyth's TattooedBeacon of a Ledge
Gray stone and black rock is the main theme of this large, dragon-friendly ledge, the very surface itself subjected to designs of extreme intracacy. Tattoos. Made with some form of black ink, and painted in their place with a thin brush. No reason or rhyme to their being. Just knots of delicacy twining around each other in some perpetual dance. They never end, and they never begin. They're just there, and the ledge is covered in them. A beacon it is, as well, as draped over quite a few of its well-crafted crags are veils of shimmering iridescence. Emerald! Goldenrod! Amethyst! Brightly made to be seen from distances. One won't miss this ledge for sure.
Obvious exits:
Up Weyr
Born in High Reaches Weyr, Kilari stayed with her bartending uncle and his daughter, a younger girl named Mally, and was, contrary to what went on in her life, content. Of course, with a job that has you sitting behind a bar and around drinks, you get certain access to certain things. In other words, 'Lari's uncle had a drinking problem. And Kilari couldn't exactly leave, either. She never knew her parents. Only knew that *nobody* knew what was going on behind the deliriously innocent facade her and her cousin put up, and she planned to keep things that way. Who knew? She might get in trouble for tattling, right?
They -- Kilari and Mally -- would scamper about with the gaggle of other littles their age and have a great old time. Just two more Weyrbrats causing havoc in the kitchens and with the riders Until uncle came home, then it was seriousness. They were treading on sharp objects when it came to him. Yes, he'd beat them, even though Kilari made sure she bore the brunt of most of it. And she did a grand job of hiding her bruises, scars, and anything else he might inflict upon her underneath long sleeves and cloaks.
And so they lived through the tearful nights, and the bad days. Finally, Kilari got tired of it and left on the first dragon she found, promising her cousin that, one day, she'd be rescued. She persuaded (something she was very good at) a dragonrider, on an errand to her home Weyr, to give her a ride to wherever he was going.
He happened to be going to Starmount Weyr, *his* home Weyr, and he, for some reason, agreed, and that's how Kilari got to Starmount. She stayed there for quite some time, until she heard of Azov's Clutching. Having never seen a Clutching before, she hitched a ride with a rider -- the same rider, coincidentally -- whom she'd made a sort of friendship with, and who decided to take her to go see it. And she actually managed to snag the second half of it. She stayed there, at Azov, for a while, figuring she might as well explore since she was there. Besides. It was warm there.
Then, surprise of all surprises, she got Searched by Geloe's brown lifemate, Seproth. She Stood for Elentarith's and Seranoth's Clutch along with a few of the friends she'd made during her stay, and sadly came away empty handed. But she decided to stay on at Azov anyway, once Bialy offered her residency, and there she continued to live, watching her friends and their lifemates grow with each other. Until, that is, word 'got around' that *Starmount* was having a Clutching. So, since it was home and all, she hitched yet another ride back North, and hung around there, until getting Searched by, another surprise, S'ara, the rider of Pakath, one of the Clutches' sires.
She Stood for gold Khavrineth's Hatching, since it was a dual-clutch, and Impressed to a rather confused green, who became Kuasyth after trying to latch onto Kilari's robe.
Pets
Jaden:
Tigerish is his metallic sheen, tinged with faint ripplings of gold and amber that stripes down his sides and into wild swirls on transparent wingsails visible only in the proper light. This feisty bronze has an arrogance to him, a royal demeanor that suggests more lord of the savannah than silent jungle stalker, though he most certainly stalks like only a feline can. His voice ought to be a brassy, vibrant bugle, one that would make his mistress, or any female for that matter, proud to call him hers: instead, he has a rasping croack, cawing and uncharacteristic. It seems to bother him not at all, for he coils and stares with the most intent of attention, always watchful and demanding.
He appears to be 1 turn, 2 months, and 21 days old. (Taken May 26th, 2001)
Bruno
Well doesn't this one look like one of those brown, pudgy canines that just kind of waddles around if he ever moves at all, bum swaying back and forth, which is exactly how he walks. He's a deep chocolate brown all over his fat self, his pudgy paws, his impossibly chunky tail, and his stubby neck. The one place he doesn't have that same dull shade is at the very top of his head, where it's a brown so bright and vibrant it's almost red. Makes him look, what with all the other features, extremely comical.
Kaol:
Blah. How ordinary. Probably what one thinking when they look at him. As a matter of fact, when he's sleeping - jeweled eyes just a pair of slits that look an awful lot like stitches, body limp and just kind of laid out wherever as if forgotten by a child - he looks amazingly like a doll. A stuffed firelizard doll. The whole body a regular, average firelizard shape. The one physical characteristic would be strong, athletic looking muscles. He looks like he can definitely get down with his bad lizardy self. His blue is about the only thing that makes him stand out even the slightest bit. A dark, midnight blue, his winspars, talons, tailtip, and tiny headknobs are touched lightly with a silvery periwinkle color. Other then that he's just your average, everyday firelizard.
Polie:
While there's no shortage of firelizards fitting the roly-poly cuddly pigeonhole (and a large, round pigeonhole it is, too), this fellow takes chubbiness to new levels. It's not that he's exceptionally fat - even by 'lizard standards, he's merely unusually chubby. But from his goggle-eyes to his stubby wings, he's undeniably... round. It doesn't help that his hide is an absolutely uniform shade of blue, catching the light in smooth hilights that only accent his chubbiness, or that his snout is stubbier than usual. Even his knees are dimpled, and there are creases between his chubby toes.
Rain:
Secrecy and sedition seem to be the main goals of this dark spy. A cobalt blue is the background for his sinewy, lithe form. A midnight sky floats across his smooth, dark hide. A myriad of scintillating stars speckles him from tip to tail, eerily forming the familiar shapes of the Pernese constellations. A galaxy cascades down sharply accented neckridges and his right eye sits where the red star should be, alarmingly accurate when his eyes whirl red in agitation. Eyes are rimmed in deepest kohl like a desert fighter on a night raid and his movements slink and slide in much the same manner. Nothing gives him away, not even a thoughtful stalking tail flick as he sneaks up on you.
Xena:
A rich, dark, almost black-green is this mysterious lady. Her short, graceful looking neck is usually held aloft in the way a huntress might hold hers to scan the horizon, prominently wedged-shaped head oft held faced straight ahead, jaw muscles tensing and relaxing, showing signs of extreme alertness. She's more felinic then most firelizards, dainty forepaws tucked up under her breast, back paws hidden underneath the back half of her body, lengthy tail curled around her, the diamond shaped tip lingering just under her muzzle, flicking back and forth idly.
She appears to be about 3 Turns, 1 months, and 3 days. (May 26th, 2001)
Gabrielle:
Wow, would you look at this firelizard? Bright, blazing, fluorescent green sweeps from her nose tip down to the base of her long, somewhat lanky neck. There it stops and a more emerald green takes over, cruising smoothly - except for the little flecks of silvery-mint green tracing lines along her wings, abdomen area, and legs - along the rest of her. The very tip of her tail is a more regular looking green, the kind you normally see. The same green marks her paws and talons, supporting the long, sinewy legs and the matching, slender belly and tail, often whipping back and forth.
She appears to be about 3 Turns, 0 months, and 3 days. (May 26th, 2001)
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