Silaqui's
Bit of Solitude

Picture drawn by Misty Mikes

 
 
 

 
 

Character Description:
 

She barely stands 5 ft tall with a mass of inky black hair that tumbles over her shoulders when not bound simply behind her. She has high, slanting cheekbones and a sharp, stubborn jaw. With her pale skin, her large deep green eyes are more noticeable within the thinness of her face. An elegant slant of a nose that sits atop pouty dusty pink lips finishes filling out her elegant features. Slim and almost child-like is the rest of her form - a certain frailness often highlighted by graceful and unearthly movements. Her body is constantly in motion, never still for long, fueled by some inner energy that never seems to need replenishing.
Soft shades of indigo slip in liquid fashion from her shoulders down to the loose hem of this feather light tunic, mother of pearl buttons lending a shimmering contrast along the front. The sleeves are shoulder length and decorated with miniscule primrose vines that also take over the clerical collar and slide down to slip around button holes to reach the hem. The trous are a vision of delicate beauty as the hue that made up the tunic seems to have flowed right down to the wearer's ankles, each inch of fabric a show of opulescence. The entire outfit is a study in elegence, every stitch a work of art.

 

Character Background:
 

Sila has no memories of her past before stumbling into Vaelonia a bit worse for wear. She spent a few weeks in the infirmary upon her arrival, recuperating. Though her time there left her healed of her bodily injuries, she still doesn't remember but a few brief flashes of her past. After spending a bit of time here, she'd decided to settle and take a job as a barmaid in the pub.

What she doesn't remember is that her family was in the process of moving to the drachold, as ordered for protection against the gryphons when they were attacked by a band of late roaming beasts. Somehow, after being knocked over and rolling down a short incline, she was saved while the rest of her family was killed. Hours later when she came too, she found her family, buried them, and made her way to the drachold - each step she took erased a bit of her memories away till she couldn't - and didn't - want to remember.

Dragonets:

  Ruby

A treasure of garnets and rubies tumble over the slight form of this dragonet, shimmering with each delicate and graceful movement she makes. From the elegant way she tilts her head to even the way she carries her tail, this little red is every inch the lady. Ebony talons are kept in shape, each kept sharpened as they should be. A slim muzzle graced with touches of amethyst flows easily into the long neck, slight body and whip-like tail. Those rich jewel-tones swirl across her wings, met once more by mere hints of the amethyst that highlighted her muzzle.

  Topaz

Molten bronze shimmers lightly, hidden undertones of amber and topaz making an appearance across his muzzle, dribbling down his neck, and racing across his back to the tip of his tail. Muscles bunch and roll easily beneath silken hide, as dark intelligence flickers within his eyes. Don't let his slow and deliberate movements fool you, for no stupid 'net is this.

  Filigree

Misty shadows of grey dance about the form of this dragonet like a somber cloudy day. From his blunt muzzle to his stocky body,  nothing is left to the imagination. Yet, for every cloud there is a /silver/ lining, and with this 'net, the treasure is seen when wings are unfurled from across his back. Delicate filigree tracings in purest silver wind their way across his 'sails bringing light to even the darkest of days.

  Sapphire

Angled wings glimmer of the sunset as the light runs through their thin veined tapestries; pure illumination, they're almost whistling of the winds that oft run about them. Crystalline eyes glance at you from chiseled complexions of a milky blue hide rushing around, sometimes eroded to a dark forest core that juts in place of sharp origins. Snake tail twists to test' the air about him, for all it's possibilities; while blunt claws patter cross the grounds with an agile hop.

  Arthur (ghosted)

Eternal ridges run down the back of this bronze to the end of his tail, which twitches at even, constant intervals. His smooth, bronze skin is dappled with greenish copper spots on his back, while his wings are tinted with a darker, blackish, bronze. He holds himself with the timeless grace of an age-old king, yet he gives a sense of compassion, a willingness to sacrifice himself to save others

  Amethyst

The soft edges of this young hatchling are covered in shimmering shades of violet. The tip of his muzzle is covered in a red-violet color which flares down his neck and stomach to a bright red. His wingtips are brushed with white. This dreamer is always looking on the brighter side of things, looking for his wishes to come true after today.

   Amber
 

Warm, ambered hues of gold grace the supple vault of well-oiled wings and melt into pools of wind-washed copper across the sleek lines of this little queen's petite frame. Unlike her 'pet, her fiery disposition commands all with every impertinent chitter that explodes from her little head... much to Sila's dismay.

 

Dragon art by:
Dee Dreslough