Post by HG on Jun 28, 2010 8:44:38 GMT -5
What would you like to be called OOC? HG
Recruited by: Myself
Email: katgod5@yahoo.com
.Character Information
Name:N'var (Nevarre)
Age: 24 (updated 7/7/12. Turn 1262)
Gender: male
Rank: Shadow Wingrider
Sexual Orientation heterosexual – What kind of question is that?
Family:
Father- Redell (65), Lord Holder of Keroon
Mother- Isa (63), Lady Holder of Keroon
~Siblings~
Jendar (37) Eldest son and heir. Has a wife and three children
Erined (32) Is preparing to take a Minor Hold, was recently married a second time. His first wife died in child bed giving birth to twins. One baby survived, a daughter.
Aamilie (28) sister, she was married four turns ago to the heir of Telgar Hold. She has one child, a son, Arktus.
~Aunts and Uncle~
Mikael (63) Minor Holder, with three sons and no daughters.
Jessida (59) Minor Holder's wife, four children, three daughters
Headren (56) Master Beastcrafter, he had a talent with animals at a young age and being a third son, his father agreed to allowing him in a craft.
Dennia (54) Minor Holder's wife. One living child.
~Cousins~
Kael (33), heir to minor hold (son of Mikael)
Ruked (30) works as a Hold Guard at Keroon (Mikael)
Timon (28) Wants to take up steward position at the minor hold when his brother gets the minor Hold (Mikael)
Darsie (28) only child, married to provide an heir to her family's minor Hold.
Lissa (26), married to a Minor Holder in High Reaches. (Jessida)
Marziane (24) married (Jessida)
Denex (23) Journeyman Beastcrafter (Haedren)
Erien (22) heir to minor hold (Jessida)
Haylen (20) Apprentice Beastcrafter (Haedren)
Whisia (18) youngest child. They are looking for a match for her. (Jessida)
~nieces/nephews~
Jenisa (14, f) Holdbrat
Fenris (10, m) heir to Keroon after his father
Laylia (7, f) Holdbrat
Iraveau (6, f) daughter of Erined
Arktus (3, m) Son of Aamilie
Appearance: (Face Claim: James Marsden)
Nevarre is interested in how he presents himself. He was raised to believe that impressions were important and the first thing people notice is whats on the outside. Beauty is only skin deep after all. His hair is always well trimmed as are his brows. A dark brown, his hair is straight and cut to the middle of his ear in length. Though his complexion is pale from being inside, he is not freckled easily. Blue eyes peer almost innocently out of his lovely face. He has a straight nose with pronounced nostrils that he does keep hair free.
A smile is often on his face showing off his white, straight teeth. His lips are naturally dark pink and are well shaped, not too thin, not too thick. Nevarre is quite lucky to take after his mother facially for he also has high cheekbones, no pimples and a great amount of hair for a boy. His chin draws his face down as if to close the almost perfect oval. Despite his mother's genes he got his ears from his father. They can stick out a little more than necessary although they are not large for his face.
He'd consider himself average in height for a man at about 6'1”. He's the shortest of his brothers but towers over his mother and sister. Thank goodness for that. He spends a good amount of time everyday devoted to taking care of his body, though this mostly consists of small exercises in his room and riding runners. He wears only the best of the best when it comes to clothes. Nevarre will wear any color that looks good on him no matter how much other men would resent wearing it. He likes being noticed, especially by the fairer sex.
Personality:
The first word that comes to mind when thinking about Nevarre is snob. Believing that his rank can get him anything and everything he wants supports this. The youth behaves like an aristocrat, well mannered in front of company, knowing good etiquette. He can be most charming and people are often easily taken in by this charm. Nevarre is neither chatty nor quiet. When on a topic that he feels strongly about he tries his best to keep his tone done though he can at times be carried away.
Studying was never a strong point for him though he did study. He is a slow learner but once he has something down, you can be sure he will never forget it. Although only enough to defend himself he has learned some hand to hand combat. This is purely for him to be able to keep himself safe and so he carries a dagger with him at all times. He would rather be diplomatic than fight something out. He can in fact talk himself out of almost any situation he finds himself in. Nevarre has no enemies and thinks that most people would find him amiable and agreeable. He fails to see his own arrogance.
Oblivious to his faults, Nevarre can be a hypocrite. He claims to despise gossip but is often the one who is involved in starting it. He loves a good story, true or not. The young man claims to not drink wine, yet he has wine at every evening meal. He does not want to ever be of low status but often comments on how lesser people are poorly treated. He may notice but he is not going to do anything about it. He has no trouble pointing out problems however he rarely has a way to fix them.
Hobbies/Skills: Runner riding, defensive combat, reading, writing, diplomacy, dancing
Pets:
When Nevarre came across a firelizard nest, he ran to the others and brought them to see. Luckily he had remembered to to bring food. As the others impressed the little guys he found himself watching until the last green came forward.
She was not shy merely quiet and watching the others as if to see what was going on. Her hide was dark like the forest colored green but her hide was different, a more hunter green color with a dorsal stripe of darker green down her back. It may be that she had waited so that all eyes were on her.
She is loving towards her impressed and very careful never to claw him. She is incredibly vain seeking the attention of anyone and everyone who she can glean it from. the firelizard can always be counted on though, to notice things that other people might miss. She is very perceptive of what goes on around her.
History:
The baby of the family, Nevarre was always indulged. From day one he was considered to be the favorite. His mother spoiled him and made sure he got a drudge who would spoil him as her own. All he ever had to do was give mommy a sweet smile and she would believe that he could not do wrong. Not that he really could. If he teased his siblings it was never his fault. There was nothing he would not do to get his mother's attention as a young child. As he grew older he was still needy for attention.
In order to get it, he would do his best to shine during lessons but it seemed he was not a fast learner like his brothers. His mother did not hold that against him. Instead she made certain he knew proper etiquette, dancing and of course how to dress for success. He became well liked among the staff and eventually grew better at his lessons and where other people had to be refreshed on subjects he knew things he had studied turns before.
His father, noting the amount of time he spent under his mother's tutelage made sure the boy got out from under her skirts by sending him out for riding lessons and defensive combat training. This was certain to make him more of a man, not his mother's little pretty boy. Although Nevarre was his mother's son in most aspects, he was not a woman and never was treated as one. He never felt the need to wear dresses or be glamored up to feel “pretty”. He wanted his mother's approval and often got it.
Nevarre grew in age and noted that the Holds were becoming a bit at edge with one another. Alliances were being made one way or another. He finally got the nerve to ask his father what it was all about, which sent him into the longest speech he had ever heard from his father. The dragonriders had been banished long before even his father had been born and now he feared Thread's return. The letters he sent to the loyal (as he called them) were sent by their swiftest and most trained runners and messengers. Nothing was going to stop them from their mission.
At nineteen his father made a statement. “Nevarre. I'm too old to make a journey of the nature that this mission will take. I cannot send your brothers, they have families and are married.” The statement ended with a stern look at the well dressed youth. “You are to go in my stead.”
“To the Southern Continent?”
“Precisely.”
“But the council doesn't meet till the end of the Turn to make this decision.”
His father laughed, “You think we'd risk waiting? Your mother agrees with me in this. It will prove that you can handle diplomatic situations and help lead a group of young Holders and crafters.” Nevarre nodded. “I will go gladly. You need only ask once father. I will be ready to leave as soon as you say.”
And so Nevarre traveled to Southern Boll. Unable to celebrate his birthing day for once in his life he could almost smile. Twenty and he had avoided another ball with prissy little hold girls throwing themselves at him. He was so glad he was not there. An adventure awaited him and he knew it would be glorious.
Or at least that was how he had pictured it would be. Throughout the sea voyage he was ill. The young Holder seemed to make more enemies than friends although he grew particularly close to Koldyn a fellow Holder's son. Despite their best efforts, the Expedition did not make it far before they wound up in the hands of the dragon Shield. A special guard unit formed by the Weyrwoman to protect Southern's on foot. The Weyrleaders decided to keep them at the Weyr to stand for Aeriath's clutch.
At the Hatching, Nevarre was determined to have the best dragon in the clutch. He had no idea that the best dragon would be a large nearly black colored green. Nemesyth impressed to him then changing his world forever.
Since his Impression of the green dragon, he has become a top fighter in his Weyrling Class. His closest friend, K'dyn of brown Poseideth, became more than just a friend by the time the two graduated. He had found someone who understood him as well as his dragon but all good things come to an end. The Weyr was attacked by the notorious Holdless. N'var was stuck with his long time rival Razia, who was also quite handy with a sword but what really saved them was that her sister, Akroma was one of the Dragon Shield and had come in search of her sister. They came out alive and the Weyr was actually victorious. Victory always came at a cost. K'dyn was killed and N'var was certain that he would never feel the same way about anyone again.
Like all people, he moved on with his life and began to focus once more on the North and what was to be done about it. The Weyr had thus far been quite circumspect on the subject. N'var was not part of the meeting between his father and the Weyrleader (at the time) A'lez but what he found out later was that the North was indeed being ravaged by Threadfall and that the weyrs had no means in which to protect them. The plan was secret evacuation, mass Searchings and trying to persuade crafters to come south to "educate" the simple Southerners.
In the meantime, N'var was not being allowed North which began to piss him off more and more as time went on. So finally, he decided to take matters into his own hands. He went North, by himself and came back. Only one person was the wiser other than his parents and steward in the North, that was J'ldaem. the new Weyrleader and his current Wingleader since his transfer to Pyralis Wing.
Now he and J'ldaem have worked out a plan which entails he and J'zen of blue Tyreth and former Expedition Member from the Harper craft, to gather information on the North. There was much to uncover there, not only Threadfall timing and the Holds being dealt the most damage but the feelings towards the dragonriders must be monitored. Old records from any of the abandoned Weyrs might also prove useful but no doubt they had likely brought their most important documents with them.
Dragon Information
Name: Nemesyth (Nem-eh-sith)
Color: Green
Age: 4 Turns
Description:
Easily one of the darkest greens at the Weyr if not the darkest, when Nemesyth hatched she looked nearly black. Her claws are actually black though when her hide began to dry it was apparent that she was a very deep and dark green color. When she suns her hide looks like it is black with a green sheen instead of green with a black sheen. Her dark coloring sets her apart as does being on of the larger greens in her clutch. Eoth and Morriganth are slightly larger than herself though its almost unnoticeable the difference in size between the three of them. Despite being a large green she is more of a lithe build than a muscular stout one. She was built for agility and it shows throughout her dark body.
Personality:
Nemesyth has a few rules. One Nemesyth is always right. Two, if in the event Nemesyth is wrong you must pretend that she is right. Three, Nemesyth is better. While vanity is something quite common in greens, Nemesyth's sort of vanity is not about her appearance (she already knows she is gorgeous.). It is more an intellectual vanity. She cares a great deal about her own opinions and thinks that others should take those opinions quite seriously. Where her opinions are meant to be heard, she is not all that keen on listening to others.
Witty and sarcastic, Nem is quite the brat at times. She uses her quick wit to say some rather appalling things to her rider and other dragons. This she feels she can get away with (and usually does). Nemesyth has few friends as she can be aloof and cold. Some days she is more cold than she is aloof, saying exactly what she thinks no matter how it hurts others. Nemesyth would rather just stay above all conversation as if it is not worth her valuable time. A vengeful dragon, Nem does not take being insulted well. You may just find her flying straight into you on purpose during practice should you make her angry.
History: From the Magic Mastery Egg, a large blue stood, a bright, vivid coloring to his hide. Muscular and brawny, the dragonet possessed the limbs of a smith, huge and strong. Snorting, he began to step forward when the Bitter Vengeance hatchling leaped before him, and many gasped at this one. A dragonet about the size of a small blue it was, but with a hide so dark it seemed black. Mutterings began, but as the fluids dried, it could finally be seen that it was not black at all, but a deep, deep green.
A rather large one for her color, she was, built lithe and lovely. Lowering her head, she glared at her bright blue brother, eyes whirling quickly. I started to hatch first, brother! She snapped, then whirled primly. You can wait for me to find Mine before you!With a huff, the green stomped off, stalking down the line of boys with long, stiff steps. Shaking his head, the blue stared after his sister with exasperation, rather too stunned to reply. What a she-demon!
Coming before her chosen boy, the green snaked her tail around his wrist, pulling demandingly and forcing him to look at her. See here, NevarreMine, that stupid blue just jumped in front of me like some barbarian! As if he was better than your Nemesyth! What a dimglow. Now come and feed me before some other idiot offends me.
Clutch: Aeriath's 4th by Bronze Zorometh
Hatching Order: The Bitter Vengeance Egg
Text Color: 001C00
Mind Voice: Helena Bonham Carter: www.youtube.com/watch?v=IhrUNqKr6UE&feature=fvw
Recruited by: Myself
Email: katgod5@yahoo.com
.Character Information
Name:N'var (Nevarre)
Age: 24 (updated 7/7/12. Turn 1262)
Gender: male
Rank: Shadow Wingrider
Sexual Orientation heterosexual – What kind of question is that?
Family:
Father- Redell (65), Lord Holder of Keroon
Mother- Isa (63), Lady Holder of Keroon
~Siblings~
Jendar (37) Eldest son and heir. Has a wife and three children
Erined (32) Is preparing to take a Minor Hold, was recently married a second time. His first wife died in child bed giving birth to twins. One baby survived, a daughter.
Aamilie (28) sister, she was married four turns ago to the heir of Telgar Hold. She has one child, a son, Arktus.
~Aunts and Uncle~
Mikael (63) Minor Holder, with three sons and no daughters.
Jessida (59) Minor Holder's wife, four children, three daughters
Headren (56) Master Beastcrafter, he had a talent with animals at a young age and being a third son, his father agreed to allowing him in a craft.
Dennia (54) Minor Holder's wife. One living child.
~Cousins~
Kael (33), heir to minor hold (son of Mikael)
Ruked (30) works as a Hold Guard at Keroon (Mikael)
Timon (28) Wants to take up steward position at the minor hold when his brother gets the minor Hold (Mikael)
Darsie (28) only child, married to provide an heir to her family's minor Hold.
Lissa (26), married to a Minor Holder in High Reaches. (Jessida)
Marziane (24) married (Jessida)
Denex (23) Journeyman Beastcrafter (Haedren)
Erien (22) heir to minor hold (Jessida)
Haylen (20) Apprentice Beastcrafter (Haedren)
Whisia (18) youngest child. They are looking for a match for her. (Jessida)
~nieces/nephews~
Jenisa (14, f) Holdbrat
Fenris (10, m) heir to Keroon after his father
Laylia (7, f) Holdbrat
Iraveau (6, f) daughter of Erined
Arktus (3, m) Son of Aamilie
Appearance: (Face Claim: James Marsden)
Nevarre is interested in how he presents himself. He was raised to believe that impressions were important and the first thing people notice is whats on the outside. Beauty is only skin deep after all. His hair is always well trimmed as are his brows. A dark brown, his hair is straight and cut to the middle of his ear in length. Though his complexion is pale from being inside, he is not freckled easily. Blue eyes peer almost innocently out of his lovely face. He has a straight nose with pronounced nostrils that he does keep hair free.
A smile is often on his face showing off his white, straight teeth. His lips are naturally dark pink and are well shaped, not too thin, not too thick. Nevarre is quite lucky to take after his mother facially for he also has high cheekbones, no pimples and a great amount of hair for a boy. His chin draws his face down as if to close the almost perfect oval. Despite his mother's genes he got his ears from his father. They can stick out a little more than necessary although they are not large for his face.
He'd consider himself average in height for a man at about 6'1”. He's the shortest of his brothers but towers over his mother and sister. Thank goodness for that. He spends a good amount of time everyday devoted to taking care of his body, though this mostly consists of small exercises in his room and riding runners. He wears only the best of the best when it comes to clothes. Nevarre will wear any color that looks good on him no matter how much other men would resent wearing it. He likes being noticed, especially by the fairer sex.
Personality:
The first word that comes to mind when thinking about Nevarre is snob. Believing that his rank can get him anything and everything he wants supports this. The youth behaves like an aristocrat, well mannered in front of company, knowing good etiquette. He can be most charming and people are often easily taken in by this charm. Nevarre is neither chatty nor quiet. When on a topic that he feels strongly about he tries his best to keep his tone done though he can at times be carried away.
Studying was never a strong point for him though he did study. He is a slow learner but once he has something down, you can be sure he will never forget it. Although only enough to defend himself he has learned some hand to hand combat. This is purely for him to be able to keep himself safe and so he carries a dagger with him at all times. He would rather be diplomatic than fight something out. He can in fact talk himself out of almost any situation he finds himself in. Nevarre has no enemies and thinks that most people would find him amiable and agreeable. He fails to see his own arrogance.
Oblivious to his faults, Nevarre can be a hypocrite. He claims to despise gossip but is often the one who is involved in starting it. He loves a good story, true or not. The young man claims to not drink wine, yet he has wine at every evening meal. He does not want to ever be of low status but often comments on how lesser people are poorly treated. He may notice but he is not going to do anything about it. He has no trouble pointing out problems however he rarely has a way to fix them.
Hobbies/Skills: Runner riding, defensive combat, reading, writing, diplomacy, dancing
Pets:
When Nevarre came across a firelizard nest, he ran to the others and brought them to see. Luckily he had remembered to to bring food. As the others impressed the little guys he found himself watching until the last green came forward.
She was not shy merely quiet and watching the others as if to see what was going on. Her hide was dark like the forest colored green but her hide was different, a more hunter green color with a dorsal stripe of darker green down her back. It may be that she had waited so that all eyes were on her.
She is loving towards her impressed and very careful never to claw him. She is incredibly vain seeking the attention of anyone and everyone who she can glean it from. the firelizard can always be counted on though, to notice things that other people might miss. She is very perceptive of what goes on around her.
History:
The baby of the family, Nevarre was always indulged. From day one he was considered to be the favorite. His mother spoiled him and made sure he got a drudge who would spoil him as her own. All he ever had to do was give mommy a sweet smile and she would believe that he could not do wrong. Not that he really could. If he teased his siblings it was never his fault. There was nothing he would not do to get his mother's attention as a young child. As he grew older he was still needy for attention.
In order to get it, he would do his best to shine during lessons but it seemed he was not a fast learner like his brothers. His mother did not hold that against him. Instead she made certain he knew proper etiquette, dancing and of course how to dress for success. He became well liked among the staff and eventually grew better at his lessons and where other people had to be refreshed on subjects he knew things he had studied turns before.
His father, noting the amount of time he spent under his mother's tutelage made sure the boy got out from under her skirts by sending him out for riding lessons and defensive combat training. This was certain to make him more of a man, not his mother's little pretty boy. Although Nevarre was his mother's son in most aspects, he was not a woman and never was treated as one. He never felt the need to wear dresses or be glamored up to feel “pretty”. He wanted his mother's approval and often got it.
Nevarre grew in age and noted that the Holds were becoming a bit at edge with one another. Alliances were being made one way or another. He finally got the nerve to ask his father what it was all about, which sent him into the longest speech he had ever heard from his father. The dragonriders had been banished long before even his father had been born and now he feared Thread's return. The letters he sent to the loyal (as he called them) were sent by their swiftest and most trained runners and messengers. Nothing was going to stop them from their mission.
At nineteen his father made a statement. “Nevarre. I'm too old to make a journey of the nature that this mission will take. I cannot send your brothers, they have families and are married.” The statement ended with a stern look at the well dressed youth. “You are to go in my stead.”
“To the Southern Continent?”
“Precisely.”
“But the council doesn't meet till the end of the Turn to make this decision.”
His father laughed, “You think we'd risk waiting? Your mother agrees with me in this. It will prove that you can handle diplomatic situations and help lead a group of young Holders and crafters.” Nevarre nodded. “I will go gladly. You need only ask once father. I will be ready to leave as soon as you say.”
And so Nevarre traveled to Southern Boll. Unable to celebrate his birthing day for once in his life he could almost smile. Twenty and he had avoided another ball with prissy little hold girls throwing themselves at him. He was so glad he was not there. An adventure awaited him and he knew it would be glorious.
Or at least that was how he had pictured it would be. Throughout the sea voyage he was ill. The young Holder seemed to make more enemies than friends although he grew particularly close to Koldyn a fellow Holder's son. Despite their best efforts, the Expedition did not make it far before they wound up in the hands of the dragon Shield. A special guard unit formed by the Weyrwoman to protect Southern's on foot. The Weyrleaders decided to keep them at the Weyr to stand for Aeriath's clutch.
At the Hatching, Nevarre was determined to have the best dragon in the clutch. He had no idea that the best dragon would be a large nearly black colored green. Nemesyth impressed to him then changing his world forever.
Since his Impression of the green dragon, he has become a top fighter in his Weyrling Class. His closest friend, K'dyn of brown Poseideth, became more than just a friend by the time the two graduated. He had found someone who understood him as well as his dragon but all good things come to an end. The Weyr was attacked by the notorious Holdless. N'var was stuck with his long time rival Razia, who was also quite handy with a sword but what really saved them was that her sister, Akroma was one of the Dragon Shield and had come in search of her sister. They came out alive and the Weyr was actually victorious. Victory always came at a cost. K'dyn was killed and N'var was certain that he would never feel the same way about anyone again.
Like all people, he moved on with his life and began to focus once more on the North and what was to be done about it. The Weyr had thus far been quite circumspect on the subject. N'var was not part of the meeting between his father and the Weyrleader (at the time) A'lez but what he found out later was that the North was indeed being ravaged by Threadfall and that the weyrs had no means in which to protect them. The plan was secret evacuation, mass Searchings and trying to persuade crafters to come south to "educate" the simple Southerners.
In the meantime, N'var was not being allowed North which began to piss him off more and more as time went on. So finally, he decided to take matters into his own hands. He went North, by himself and came back. Only one person was the wiser other than his parents and steward in the North, that was J'ldaem. the new Weyrleader and his current Wingleader since his transfer to Pyralis Wing.
Now he and J'ldaem have worked out a plan which entails he and J'zen of blue Tyreth and former Expedition Member from the Harper craft, to gather information on the North. There was much to uncover there, not only Threadfall timing and the Holds being dealt the most damage but the feelings towards the dragonriders must be monitored. Old records from any of the abandoned Weyrs might also prove useful but no doubt they had likely brought their most important documents with them.
Dragon Information
Name: Nemesyth (Nem-eh-sith)
Color: Green
Age: 4 Turns
Description:
Easily one of the darkest greens at the Weyr if not the darkest, when Nemesyth hatched she looked nearly black. Her claws are actually black though when her hide began to dry it was apparent that she was a very deep and dark green color. When she suns her hide looks like it is black with a green sheen instead of green with a black sheen. Her dark coloring sets her apart as does being on of the larger greens in her clutch. Eoth and Morriganth are slightly larger than herself though its almost unnoticeable the difference in size between the three of them. Despite being a large green she is more of a lithe build than a muscular stout one. She was built for agility and it shows throughout her dark body.
Personality:
Nemesyth has a few rules. One Nemesyth is always right. Two, if in the event Nemesyth is wrong you must pretend that she is right. Three, Nemesyth is better. While vanity is something quite common in greens, Nemesyth's sort of vanity is not about her appearance (she already knows she is gorgeous.). It is more an intellectual vanity. She cares a great deal about her own opinions and thinks that others should take those opinions quite seriously. Where her opinions are meant to be heard, she is not all that keen on listening to others.
Witty and sarcastic, Nem is quite the brat at times. She uses her quick wit to say some rather appalling things to her rider and other dragons. This she feels she can get away with (and usually does). Nemesyth has few friends as she can be aloof and cold. Some days she is more cold than she is aloof, saying exactly what she thinks no matter how it hurts others. Nemesyth would rather just stay above all conversation as if it is not worth her valuable time. A vengeful dragon, Nem does not take being insulted well. You may just find her flying straight into you on purpose during practice should you make her angry.
History: From the Magic Mastery Egg, a large blue stood, a bright, vivid coloring to his hide. Muscular and brawny, the dragonet possessed the limbs of a smith, huge and strong. Snorting, he began to step forward when the Bitter Vengeance hatchling leaped before him, and many gasped at this one. A dragonet about the size of a small blue it was, but with a hide so dark it seemed black. Mutterings began, but as the fluids dried, it could finally be seen that it was not black at all, but a deep, deep green.
A rather large one for her color, she was, built lithe and lovely. Lowering her head, she glared at her bright blue brother, eyes whirling quickly. I started to hatch first, brother! She snapped, then whirled primly. You can wait for me to find Mine before you!With a huff, the green stomped off, stalking down the line of boys with long, stiff steps. Shaking his head, the blue stared after his sister with exasperation, rather too stunned to reply. What a she-demon!
Coming before her chosen boy, the green snaked her tail around his wrist, pulling demandingly and forcing him to look at her. See here, NevarreMine, that stupid blue just jumped in front of me like some barbarian! As if he was better than your Nemesyth! What a dimglow. Now come and feed me before some other idiot offends me.
Clutch: Aeriath's 4th by Bronze Zorometh
Hatching Order: The Bitter Vengeance Egg
Text Color: 001C00
Mind Voice: Helena Bonham Carter: www.youtube.com/watch?v=IhrUNqKr6UE&feature=fvw
