Character Description:

Dark brown hair is often pulled back out of her way, a few errant locks escaping to accent her face.Then again, brown almost seems a running theme that continues with her dark tanned skin to the glittering topaz eyes. Graceful eyebrows arch above, adding an elgant slant to her round face. With her petite nose, it's tip just barely turned upwards, and the blush pink lips below, she's a study of contridictions. With her small frame and thin build, one might perceive this slight female to be of pixie orgins.  But, with a second look, one may spy the strong muscles that hide beneath it all, that hint of dwarven influence which then inspires the mind to notice her lack of wings.
Lightweight and functional, tunic is made of durable material, ivory-colored fabric showing little of the dust and dirt so often encountered in one of her normal days. A small riding skirt made of a nearly identical material is a few shades darker, a color just shy of fawn. A belt of woven leather straps shows off the buckle of pounded copper shaped into a feline. Finishing off the outfit is a leather vest and supple leather boots.

Character Background:
 
 

Zaeroca comes from a rather large family, having three brothers and one other sister besides her parents. Being the middle child isn't always what it's cracked up to be, especially in her case. For you see, she's cute. And where normally that wouldn't be a problem, it is in a dwarven family when you're more often seen as a pixie without wings! Willowly and cute, she was often picked upon by her siblings for not looking like the rest of the family, the favorite joke being there was a mix-up of babes at the mid-wife's cottage that stormy evening when Zae was born. Then, there's the rumor that there was a pixie grandmother several times removed. She's finally had enough, and since she was good with the animals, set off with the next trader caravan for the dracfort, and hopefully an apprentice in the Beast Guild.

Dragonets:
 

  Butterscotch

Glittering buttery bronze melts down the sides of this little 'nets chin and throat like the longest imaginable beard, melting into a darker color on his chest and belly, then slipping around his legs and lightening once more near his toes, tipped by sparkling white claws.  His wingsails are dark, in contrast to the rest of him, like a great big cloak when it's folded.  The bronze is only discernable from black by the scattered sparkles unless you look closely.  Sweeping out from beneath the black shadow is a lighter, creamier bronze, flicking along to the end of his narrow tail to end in a butter-colored spade.

  Flounder

Pale yellow flashes along this blue's sides.  Several lines, a fingerwidth wide, create stripes across his mid-section. Head, a pale, watery-blue drips down to coat his underside in the same pale tones, while his neckridges, rump, and tail are a deeper, navy color. The strips of yellow along his sides fade into first green, then aqua puddles as they reach his belly, before completely disappearing. Wingsails, while spread, continue the stripes, creating a alternating yellow-blue pattern upon them.

   Pots

A purple haze drifts over morning sky blue from mint kissed muzzle to pouting purple dipped tail. Silver rain splashes against bulging belly as this 'net makes every day a merry one. Sugar plum dances with midnight across wingsails, casting sweet shadows in the creases of his spares. Always making sure everyone is on the right foot and accounted for, he's never far behind in volunteering to taste-test the cook's newest bit of culinary delight.

   Lina

Flames of red streak this red's body, allowing only whisps of smoky grey, faint yellow, and bright orange to show. There's a mischievious light to her eyes, even a cocky flare that she's only too ready to back up. Her form is slight, flat-chested, but don't ever mention it or she might take off your head. A word to the wise - never get between her and food for you might loose a finger or two.