Alicia Davis-Dawg, Social Issues Specialist


Name Alicia 'Ali' Davis-Dawg
Age 24
Species Human, Twoarth-Skin
Post Instructor
Tenure New / 2020 (graduated class of 2015 ahead of her age-mates)
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Smarts/GM 6
Bod/Feets 8
RWS 5
Luck 3
Drive 1
Looks 6
Cool/Mouth 5
Bonk 2
Powers

Gang (Kitty ahlKhat and crew) - Alicia has always been able to rely on the power of friendship and community, and reinforces it with her own dedication and diligence. If there's anything she ever needs, she knows that she can rely on a friend - and also that those friends can definitely rely on her to give everything she's got. Whether that is bail funds, helping paint a house, tutoring after classes, or just sitting and listening to a sobbing breakup story, she's there.

Connections (kath, and all Endings) - though she was born and raised on Twoarth, Alicia has always 'known' about the other dimensions that connect to it. She visited The Endings when she was a young girl, met kath its caretaker, and even helped out when The Night Guy was sweeping the dust off the dirt by holding the dust pan for him.

She is technically a Genrehopper, but this power isn't 'active' so much as 'when it's needed she simply shows up'. Somehow she's able to keep each dimension's various forms in the back of her mind, and never has screwed up addressing one version of a person as someone they aren't.

Clusters Interspecies Mediation +3 Alicia knows how to unruffle feathers, even just showing up can help people focus, and she always listens to all sides of an issue - sometimes with an ear to the details, but others on how those details get changed or even twisted. This isn't to say that she has no opinion on things, far from it, she's a social warrior to say the least, but she would prefer that those wars be held on civil terms
Skills

Strong Writing Skills +4 As she graduated with honors thanks to her sharp wit and journalistic skill, she has studied every newspaper and journalstic outlet in detail for years, and keeps every style guide available for consulting

Debate and Discuss +3 Very far from the whole 'he said she said' circular arguments, Alicia prefers to let her opponents have their say in full, before absolutely ripping into their logic or argument

Social Leadership +3 She's a natural with getting people to fall into place, spotting who best to put where, but also has an overall command of groups and events, knowing when to suggest a protest or countermeasure, and it's a good thing she is not an anarchist...

Calm, Cool, Collected +3 Very rare is it that she resorts to cursing or personal attacks, as she's experienced those things all her life for various reasons. This isn't to say she doesn't get angry, but she never loses her cool even if she appears passionate about a subject

Knacks

High Heels Anywhere +3 You gotta have style, some people won't listen if you're not 'clean and neat' right? This fashion statement extends to being able to literally dance backwards in heels, it's not just a social skill

Charm Your Parents +2 Since her school days were in a turbulent time, she did have to calm angry parents who 'didn't want THOSE people in THEIR house', and this is a long term skill not just an interruption in a daily event

Keeps Friends Forever +2 She remembers who she's shook hands with, who has eagerly replied to her letters, and who has snubbed her besties; once she knows you're on the up and up, you will absolutely always be able to call her a friend

Period Class Teaching
1 Anthropology of Earth
2 Interspecies Politics
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4 Anthropology of Earth
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7 Anthropology of Earth
8 Political Science
 
Dragon Opal Court Strata Red Female Phiyth
Hatched Empyrean Stair 
Image Meiker/Doll Divine Sara Kuan Daphne | originally drawn (below) by Lethe 1991

 

Back in the 1980s, it was considered 'edgy' to have a 'mixed race' couple. In the 90s, it was 'gay rights'. In the 00s marriage for everyone has finally started taking hold. In Twoarth, those things were compounded by having not just human 'color' issues, but actual Fur-side species differences to tackle. Alicia had been going steady with her caninemorph boyfriend Terrance through high school, and they became engaged at Kitty Khat's 20th birthday celebration, and married early the next year after... well, a lot of troubling local racists and bigots getting their dumbass word in.

They were both working their way through college, and Alicia graduated C4 with a Bachelors in Race Relations, and has used it basically every day before or since. She'd been on the cheer squad back in Carramba, but concentrated much more on Journalism, Relations, and Administrative work well into her college years.

These days, she's picked up several classes from retired prof Pox, and puts her own spin on them.

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"So you know how the dragons talk, right?" H'lis, or Hollis if he wasn't feeling particularly pretentious, had slid up to the Anthropology instructor and had a grin on his handsome pale face. Alicia nodded, but she knew she wasn't going to get a word in, once he got rolling. "Well, they've been saying things about these 'Court' dragons... And not the local ones, if you know what I mean."

She did not, in fact, but she was fairly sure that he was about to tell her. And she was very interested in listening. After all, they'd all seen the ads or caught whispered rumors about dragons being hatched somewhere on campus all the time. Since the start of the dragonry here, there had been an increasing number of them ridden or sponsored by both students and staff.

Hollis obliged her curiosity, "Well I have a pleasant surprise for you," he draped his arm over her shoulder, and she melted a little. Hollis was super charming, and like many girls she would have swooned at the thought of his casual touch when she was younger! She was, however, a happily married woman, and this little brief flutter would hardly have lasted in her heart anyway. Terrance was her man. She did however see the looks of longing and heard the sighs from the seniors they passed as they walked down one of the paths toward the Humanities building. "There is a place that's somewhat new, out there in the multiverse," he waved his hand and she all but saw the sparkles... "Empyrean Stair, hosting a big clutch filled with those."

Hollis pointed toward a four-some that had been hanging out recently, sponsored by a couple who'd graduated and returned to help plug the CyberCourt. They were tall, leggy dragons, two had long slender horns and spines on their necks, another had finned tail and neck frills, another had jaunty forward-leaning crests and horns. They were all very bright, nearly neon dragons - Dark, Blood, and Light Courts, as Hollis named them off. He seemed to want to add something, but did not.

"They'll be hosting a large clutch at the Stair, I admit I don't have much more information than that." Hollis withdrew his arm and stopped walking, so Alicia also paused in her step and looked at the white-haired rider. "But I can say that Synesth thinks you - and maybe some of your students - are right for this. It'll be nice to have some new, old blood in the wings here. What do you say?"

Ali just blinked, and Hollis knew she was stunned, knew she was trying to keep from squealing, but if that showed on her face no one else could possibly have seen it - he only knew because he was an empath.

"I... will have to get some leave set up?" She glanced at the wall multi-towered structure where her classes were held, "I mean, the semester's just started."

"We'll handle that," Hollis winked, and she knew that there was more to it than just his typical stunt riding...

***

That did turn out to be 'we'll be moving back and forth through time', but that didn't really cause her any distress. It was more that one of her students was having a hard time getting his mother to sign off on the waiver allowing him to go on escorted off-world trips. Kinda turned out there was a reason that 'mom' didn't want 'son' signing off on something like this... That was because he was a clone experiment from Black Mesa, so technically it was a three-fer. Either they all went or none, because they needed something-something-control-versus-experiment... But in the end? Ali managed to convince the scientist to sign off on all of them. You want a control subject? Well apparently they had seventeen others of this kid scattered across another half-dozen schools around the country! Pick one! These are getting to stand for dragons!

It didn't hurt that one of his classes was instructed by Mr. Lane. Not their Lane - he wasn't from Twoarth like theirs was, but hardly anyone who didn't know him could say for sure whether it was a 'local' version, or, in this case, one who already had dragons and ran his whole Rookery thing on another dimension's earth... His intimidating presence lurking in the background of that particular conversation went a long way. The fact that the other two also had some version of that man in their own class schedules, along with the markedly scary Wilson Carver? Sure, put that guy in a room with the most stoic of scientists and see what happens? Not to mention... That clone class with Paxton Fettel. Who - apparently - was... Carver's son? How many generations did that family of guys have?

Well, no matter. Once that issue was solved, Hollis declared that he was going to start looking for help with transporting them all to the Stair. Not like his massive bronze dragon wouldn't have tried having 8 people riding him, it was in no way outside of the realm of possible for him. But their gear, goods, and all? Yeah, easier to use several dragons that did the job on the regular.

The kids were all still looking at each others lists of homework assignments, but only one of them questioned that they'd really be needing to complete it while away. "Wouldn't it just be easier to have a refresher when we get home and finish testing?" Marcus asked. "I mean, I know I'll remember this," he tapped his temple, "but I remember everything."

Either way, their course loads were put onto personal hard drives and devices that the school would use to calibrate their progress. Ali thought that it was all rather clever, and wondered why other schools didn't use similar things. Then she realized it was because the Admin Torus was something that most schools... or top-secret dimensional laboratories... across the world didn't have.

For her own part, Ali couldn't wait to see what to see what other cultures were like offworld. There was always the nagging question: would they judge her because she's a woman? Or because she's black? Or because of her husband being a canine kin? It was always one of those three, maybe sometimes also 'and she's so politically active', or 'she dresses like that to go to work at a school?!'.

She wasn't resigned to taking any abuse though. She never had. With two decades of growing up with it, surviving through and through... Ali was a shining example of grace and wit. She'd never hesitated to fact-check, bullet-point list, multi-quote... All while never using anything worse than very subtle hints at insults. It could easily be inferred that she was in fact insulting someone on a forum or in a debate, but never to the word, never with an angry fist held up. Always with a faint smile, a gentle head tilt. Her southern-living friend could confirm this as a 'bless your heart' kind of angle.

Hopefully, dragons would understand that subtle interaction. She'd heard - and read - and seen - some dragons on campus who absolutely did not 'get' some human methods. Ones that didn't understand the banter and back and forth between teenagers, the brief but seemingly intense rivalries of high school kids. She did know of one incident between the time she was graduated from and then working at Carramba, that a dragon outright fried a tree in anger at a pair of boys who were making her rider flustered!

At her age, Ali hoped that she would take any future... intimate actions between a dragon mind and her own to heart.

And then, there was Terrance.

He'd miss her of course, but he and Hollis had been talking, and that could only mean one thing: he was probably due his own trip to a dragonry soon anyway!

Her fluffy lover still had a little wistful look - as a canine of course that meant it was all in the eyebrows, as they shifted around comedically. But he was the surfer-dude to her librarian-activist type. He took things in stride in a different way than she did. He'd work out his frustrations in the pool or on the beach, jogging or swimming to take his mind off of the worries of the day. And always, he offered his own shoulder to her when she'd had more than she could take.

She barely came up to his shoulder, even in heels, but today she looked him in the eyes with a broad smile. Even if there were tears in hers, they were of joy and amazement, rather than any sorrow he'd helped soothe away from her. "I'm so proud of you," he said. His mustached muzzle was smooth and not bristly, she could always tell when he was riled up by whether that mustache had a padding of forward-facing whiskers. (Yes, he had both...) Ali snugged her arms around his narrow hound waist, he was her warm fluffy pillow, her keenly listening friend, her heart and soul.

Hopefully there would be room in their connection for dragons... hopefully, there would not be rivalry. But any dragon either of them bonded to or even just brought home from a place - they would have to accept that they could never be parted. Not by time, space, dimensions, or disasters. And they had seen all of those things, in their short lives, already.

***

It took a bit of time for the group to get settled, but eventually they would all stand for dragons. Who would be first? Who might not come home with one? Would they have to go to another place just in case? They were in it to answer all those things.

Plus they'd be getting extra credit in their courses if they could somehow integrate all their new experiences and relate them!

The sleek red dragoness was already confident on her feet, and wanted to try flight before leaving the Stair. "You are much too young," Ali said, and because she was quite sure about this, Phiyth obeyed. But it wasn't too long after their return to Twoarth that she had grown enough, and there were enough safety features around campus, to let Ali take a deep breath and tell her, "go for it, there is a good wind."

In fact that wind was 'too' good for some of the young dragons that were training for fledging, causing at least one of them to tumble around, and another to balk at even getting to the edge of their constructed cliff flight pad. But Phiyth took to the wind with ease, raising her head and her wings to face it.

By the time she was done, everyone was clapping, but Phiyth came back to the hesitant little green who felt like she couldn't do it. They had a little conversation, then the red and green pair stood at that edge, and in unison raised their still-growing wings, and the green took flight!

**

"We can come back here to check on them," Ali nodded when they were going to leave the Rookery's processing area. This alternate world had been a very big component of why there was a dragonry at CHS after all, but there were so many refugees coming to the Mesa that pinged the dragons senses there, "we'll get them into the school and housing no problem!"

Parents of children that were 'normal' right along side those with some strange abilities and powers, proud as anything to see their kids moving off to a safer place - where they too might learn how a world can recover from disaster, like the 'Repurposed' earth, training in fields that would assure their people a good home, or ... defending it with a dragon.

Phiyth

Name: Phiyth (fie yith)
Gender: Female
Size/Shoulder/Length: Medium 9'7" s / 40' l / 70' ws
Colors: Opal Strata Red; deep nebula red with coppery overtone, and topographic markings in bronze-wire, speckled with cyan, yellow, green, red; wings tipped in black; claws dark, eyes white with black sclera
Features: Opal Court (features will mature into above)
Powers: Winged Flight, elegance in motion, though not fast in the air, Phiyth can maneuver perfectly in difficult conditions, all but ignoring stiff wind or unexpected changes in the surroundings. Ideal for storm rescues or helping get through those incredibly foggy streets near the coast, Phiyth also makes for a very fancy entrance out of that bank of clouds!
Teleportation, If you need to get somewhere now, though, this is where she truly shines. Multidimensional transportation is something she knows isn't all that common among her group, but she has made sure to practice it wherever she can. She has several 'landing spots' on different versions of Earth that allow her to quickly grab needed supplies, deposit students for their training, or just visit the strange and subtle variety of worlds around them to compare and contrast. As her rider is extremely keen on studying such differences, this helps a lot to be able to actually go there without needing a complex device or someone else to drag them along
Telepathy, Verbal Speech, precise and careful with her words, Phiyth knows that words have impact even if they seem innocent enough. Her voice is usually quiet but not necessarily 'soft', if she must repremand or compliment she does so with more gusto than if she has to pull aside someone for a little pep talk. She has quite a bit of skill in recognizing if someone misunderstands in a conversation and might bump herself into it to help make sure no issues come up
Discern Truth and Lies, Karmic Weight, Kismet; oh how quickly people turn around on their bold proclamations of 'cure-all' and 'everyone knows'. When she takes a good hard look at someone professing that their new device will 'make everyone rich', a few careful words will lead them to confess their lies, and yes they do look a little green around the face that's because she tends to have a subtle little Karmic punishment for those who use words to twist themselves into a position they don't deserve... You don't want to lie too often around her, particularly if it's something that may impact the lives of other people, because you may find that every time you open your mouth, unless it's an apology or the truth, you're going to have to clean up after what comes out of it... She helps investigate issues with small things first, but has been tapped by the authorities to help suss out everything from 'who hacked the student database' to 'we can't find the winner of the lotto and we think it might be someone in need rather than this guy claiming it'; she's usually in the right place at the right time, and just a little clearing of her throat can prompt those confessions
Genetic Memory, Trance; every day, Phiyth settles down to look through an aspect of her ancestry for interesting tidbits or angles on events. She then categorizes them and makes a verbal note, so others might benefit too
Prismatic Breath, as she is 'red' she does tend to utilize the bright red fire of her ancestors, but it is oddly sparkly and crackles with energy like small fireworks, rather than outright burning what it hits. Again, great for imposing and impressive entrances!
Parentage: Engineered by Shan and thus unrelated enough to the other Opals for parentage purposes
Origin: Empyrean Stair Court Clutch 2022
Other Info: Respectful, Analytical
(from hatching) “Mmm, you are a teacher. That’s perfect.” A bronze-marked red lady came to a stop before Alicia Davis-Dawg, with a light lit to her voice and a tilt to her head. “You can call me Phiyth.”