Outlaw of Many Worlds Brown Ansonth

Dragon Description

Deep chocolate swallows his hide, enveloping him in darkness from nose to tailfork. Only a few places on his hide show any lighter tone, and even then it's just the slightly lighter klah like flight goggles around his eyes and in twisted, knotted cuffs around each of his wrists. His wingsails are tight and taught between their spars and painted pure, deep, formless black with just a hint of pattern like herdbeast leather and extending just far enough to be large enough to support his weight, for he's not small example of his color, though his strength runs to the lean more than bulky, creating smooth, powerful lines that sing with power and confidence. There's more black on his head in a near perfect circle. Even his headknobs are unusually round, and they curve down over the back of his skull like a protective cap, a thin strip of black sliding down around and under his jaw. Each of his claws is tipped in silver, the only real light in this otherwise swarthy man.


Egg Name and Description

Chaotic Mass Egg

The surface of this egg looks as if it lost a war with a weavers dye vat or fifteen. Blue, pink, green, chartreuse, and mauve vie for dominance across the shell, creating a sense of infinite disorder. Deeper, though, beneath the chaos is a pale, dark lattice, so vague as to be nearly invisible. Squares, octogons, and pentagons combine to form a perfect support structure for the shame of this imperfect and blobby egg. For all the color tries to blot it out, its still there beneath the chaos, withstanding despite the outside pressure. And even in the chaotic swirl of color, a vague sense of a pattern emerges, undefinable from without, but still somehow more there than can be seen or described.

Colorless Name and Desc

The Darkest Soul Hatchling

Deep tones swallow the hide of this dragon, enveloping it in darkness from nose to tailfork. Only a few places on it show any lighter tone, and even then it's just slightly lighter like flight goggles around the eyes and in twisted, knotted cuffs
around each wrist. The wingsails are tight and taught between their spars and painted pure, deep, formless black with just a hint of pattern like herdbeast leather and extending just far enough to be large enough to support the weight, for it's not a small, though the strength runs to the lean more than bulky, creating smooth, powerful lines that sing with power and confidence. There's more black on the head in a near perfect circle. Even the headknobs are unusually round, and they curve down over the back of the skull like a protective cap, a thin strip of black sliding down around and under the jaw. Each of its claws is tipped in silver, the only real light in this dark dragon.


Hatching Message

WOBBLE MESSAGE: Chaotic Mass Egg refuses to be ignored, striding forward suddenly with a mighty whirl across the sands, turning its colors into a psychedelic mish-mash of spinning, cutting violently against the sand until it suddenly stills.
CRACK MESSAGE: Chaotic Mass Egg strikes again! It cuts across the sands whirling and whamming /right/ into one of its clutchmates, leaving a huge split in its side through which dark flashes of frantic movement can be seen.
HATCH MESSAGE: Chaotic Mass Egg finally succumbs. Its occupant presses outward, distending the shape of its prison. There's a moment where it seems the egg will win the war, then it shatters, leaving the dark-hued dragonet in its place.


Hatchling Name and Description

Outlaw of Many Worlds Brown Hatchling

Deep chocolate swallows his hide, enveloping him in darkness from nose to tailfork. Only a few places on his hide show any lighter tone, and even then it's just the slightly lighter klah like flight goggles around his eyes and in twisted, knotted cuffs around each of his wrists. His wingsails are tight and taught between their spars and painted pure, deep, formless black with just a hint of pattern like herdbeast leather and extending just far enough to be large enough to support his weight, for he's not small example of his color, though his strength runs to the lean more than bulky, creating smooth, powerful lines that sing with power and confidence. There's more black on his head in a near perfect circle. Even his headknobs are unusually round, and they curve down over the back of his skull like a protective cap, a thin strip of black sliding down around and under his jaw. Each of his claws is tipped in silver, the only real light in this otherwise swarthy man.


Impression Message

There's flash of eyes, then the world is gone. A deep, sonorous rumble surrounds you combining the rhythmic rumble of an engine with the regular but arrhythmic beat of a runners hooves at full gallop. The engine revs, bringing with it the smell of exhaust, oil, and leather that assaults your nostrils. But there's something warm about it, too, challenging, yes, but also welcoming. Slowly, the touch of a voice is added, challenging in word, but warm in tone. It feels like the touch of well-oiled leather against the skin , « Well, well, prospect. You didn't wash out, that's good. There may be some hope for you yet. » The rumble that follows is reminiscent of a chuckle, « Welcome to the gang, brother, but now you need an Outlaw name. Well call you Chi. At least until you earn something better. Or worse. When it comes to names, were equal-opportunity here. Now go get me some food, you have a long way to go to earning your wings. »


Mindvoice Name and Description

Howling on the Winds

Smooth, dark, and smokey. The hoofbeats of runners merge with the rumble of motorcycle engines. Road dust, oiled leather, and exhaust combine to make the smooth, constant, acrid sensation medley of the road. All of these things combine to make Ansonth's mind uniquely one of a kind. Just touching his mind is a challenge to the senses that requires a deep comfort with that unique combination of sound and smell. Even when fully immersed, his mind nearly lacks visual, only having a touch of the sense of motion, careening every forward in a barely controlled rush of adrenaline.

A few inspirations were combined for this mind, the first was the one non-dragon high-speed transport of Pern: Runners, the second was the roar of a motorcycle engine, and, of course, the chaos of barely controlled movement.


Inspiration

Welcome to Weyrlinghood at Eastern, Chisri! After so many years here and your dedication, we're glad to be able to welcome you into our ranks on an Eastern-made dragon. Your rp and ooc has been fantastic this cycle and we're glad, as always, to have you here.

Our theme for this cycle was professions and the base inspiration for Chaotic Mass Egg pushed that envelope, being focused on the renegades. Based on your dragon requests, and my own current viewing choices, your dragon was heavily influenced by Sons of Anarchy, a show about an outlaw motorcycle club. Your Co for this cycle was Fi, K'saw, Miyan, Nadina, R'sian, S'rok, and To'by and this dragon was mostly Fi with a smattering of Miyan, Nadina, and R'sian along for the ride. We hope you like him!


Personality (RP Tips)

Your dragon is Ansonth! He's big, he's bad, he's brown, and he don't take no wherrying from /no one/. He's not a bad dragon, certainly, but he's his own dragon, no doubt about that. From the moment he's shelled, he's every bit the in charge, self-controlled, powerful, outlaw. He was born to it, he was raised in it, he knows no other way.

"I'm an okay mechanic with a GED. The only thing I do well is outlaw."
-Sons of Anarchy, Jax Teller

He'll spend Weyrlinghood pushing boundaries, he has his own code, but it may not coincide with the Weyrlingmaster's plans. Why should he wait to fly? He was /born/ to fly. Why should they have to stay in the Weyrling area? He was born to travel. This wings were made for walking! Or… something. The more the Weyrlingmasters try to contain him, the more he'll fight it. It will fall to Ch'i to contain him, be the leader to his quality second.

"Inside the club, there had to be truth. Our word was our honor. But outside, it was all about deception. Lies were our defense, our default. To survive, you had to master the art of perjury. The lie and the truth had to feel the same. But once you learned that skill, nobody knows the truth in or outside the club; especially you."
-Sons of Anarchy

His clutch mates are his family, his sire and dam just barely in that category. Family is everything. Every one of his clutchmates is brother or sister, not their name, though it's likely he'll give them nicknames, too, some based on their actual names, some based on traits or particularly amusing anecdotes. Further, that means he sees them all as equal, but not quite as equal as he is. Decisions should be made by the group, except when he's right.

"Most of us were not violent by nature. We all had our problems with authority, but none of us were sociopaths. We came to realize that when you move your life off the social grid you give up the safety that society provides. On the fringe, blood and bullets are the rule of law and if you're a man with convictions violence is inevitable."
- Sons of Anarchy

When it comes to authority, Ansonth is not above getting violent. It's not his favorite thing. He'd rather chill with his family, fly like a mad-dragon, and generally have fun, but if someone threatens his framily, his livelihood, or his fun, they might find themselves knocked from the skies or sliced or bitten. Strength is the law of the skies. This will be especially true in Flights, where he won't be afraid to do anything necessary to win his way. Especially if he's actually fond of the woman he's chasing.

"What happens on a run stays on a run."
-Sons of Anarchy, Gemma Morrow

He'll chase anything with a tail, but he'll be ever-loyal to just one woman: Ceresth. She's his sister, his old lady, and the only one who sees the real him. She's the only one he's sure to always treat as best as he can.

Lyla: With this ring, I vow my love. I promise to always be a loving and faithful wife…and old lady.>
Opie: With this ring, I vow my love. And I promise always to cherish and protect you.
Jax: What else?
Opie: And treat you as good as my leather and… joined by everyone else ride you as much as my Harley.
-Sons of Anarchy

Love is a questionable thing for Ansonth, but when he loves someone, he /loves/ them. A lot. He'll do anything to protect them, anything to be sure he flies them in the skies, anything to be sure they have what they need. So long as they don't stifle his freedom.

"Look, I don't know what Darby told you, and I don't know what your angle is. But let me be real clear. Nobody threatens SAMCRO and nobody tells us what we can and can't do; black, brown, or white. So why don't you just climb back into your little German clown car and drive back to Nazi town because the next time you piss all over my shoes I will kill you. And I don't give a shit how many witnesses there are."
-Sons of Anarchy, Clay Morrow

See above where it said Ansonth don't take no wherrying? Ansoth don't take no wherrying. Ever. Mess with his people? He'll cut you. Mess with his stuff? He'll cut you. Treat him like crap? He'll cut you. It's all in the name of protecting him and his.


Credits

Name Outlaw of Many Worlds Brown Ansonth
Dam Tzavayth
Sire Vrath
Created By Fi
Impress To Chisri (Chi)
Hatched 22 September 2013
Eastern Weyr
PernWorld MUSH
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