Madder
| Name | Madder |
| Gender | Male |
| Homeworld | Aperture Labs |
| Class | Junior |
| Nut | Not |
| Totem | none |
| Smarts | 4 |
| Bod/Feet | 5 |
| RWP | 5 |
| Luck | 5 |
| Drive | 3 |
| Looks | 7 |
| Cool | 5 |
| Bonk | 5 |
| Powers | Telepathy (close, invasive) Fiber Control / Alter Color Shift Self Minor Mineral Alteration |
| Clusters | Tailoring/Clothes +4 |
| Skills | Estimate By Sight +3 Not Disturb Sleepers +3 Dyes and Colors +1 |
| Knacks | Fabulous! +2 Make Others Fabulous! +2 |
| 1 | Celtic Studies / Underwood |
| 2 | Royalty and Regular Folks / Sean |
| 3 | Modeling / Armorshot |
| 4 | Textile Manufacture / Shalen |
| 5 | Measuring Up / Haital |
| 6 | Alchemy / Cameron |
| 7 | Technical Writing / Wheeler |
| 8 | Makeup and Hair / Shalen |
Pets: |
none |
| Dragon | Nakamak |
| Desc | Male (.....?) Cream body mottled slightly with white, wingsails are salmon with rust tints, as are crest and tail spade Medium Bronze sized / 10' shoulder / 40' long / 60' wingspan Ryslen Pernese features: Paw feet, tall crest, single fingered leather wings with claw wrist, headknobs, spaded tail; Name indicative of Paniya relocation, can pass TH or *K Telepathy (strong with bond or other dragons, weaker with others), Teleportation (strong local, weak but present dimensional, pretty good timing), Assisted Firebreath (ugh! no thank you!), Verbal Speech (speaks with a slight lisp, but who could tell with a dragon?), Fashion Sense Parents: Light-Green Tesimith and Night-Bronze Zkoth, both Ryslen |
| From | Healing Den Bicolor Frenzy / Abandoned |
| (Donor Parent) | Zula Heddi |
| (Siblings) | Henna |
This lispy whispy male cream is distinctly feminine in his pursuit of attention. He deeply resents his first rider for flaking out on him. He is unlikely to try finding a mate unless it's a truly amazing and different flight...
Nakamak made his way through the Rookery with deliberation, padding quietly through the main open atrium with his distinctive swishing hips but a little hesitation on the part of his tail. He'd been disappointed before, after all, long ago, in his choice of bond. You'd have thought that someone who spent two turns looking for the right dragon would keep that dragon safe and sound. But alas, it was not to be. Nakamak spent the better portion of his life in the Healing Den, trying not to hang out with the wrong elements and often failing. Pierth wanted to put tribal tattoos on his wings, to which Nakamak absolutely balked. If anything was going on his hide, it would be easily removed and not draw unwanted attention.
As they often did, a number of those still unbonded - or those just standing around in the Rookery - assembled when one of these 'stray' dragons came by. Maybe one of them would be right, maybe one of them could say they're a dragon rider!
Nakamak paused and sniffed at one man in particular, the tall and muscular Wilson Carver. The cream dragon's nose lingered and his eyes swirled when he saw the intricate filigree on the man's boots. Those are nice boots, the dragon bespoke. Wilson did not move, didn't speak, he wasn't used to dragons thinking to him.
But Nakamak moved onwards, and shortly discovered one of the Color Guard who needed his affection more than that older and straighter gent. Wilson watched as the dragon found Madder, an appropriate bond if there ever was one. But even then, was confused. As the pair came back toward the exit and would spend some time getting to know one another, the younger student looked up at his elder.
"He thinks you're too domestic, what with all those cooking and cleaning skills," Madder said.
Wilson just blinked as Mars behind him gave off a riotous laugh.