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Player Information ;
Your Nickname: Heather
OOC Journal: innamoramento
Under 18? Nope!
Email/IM: vivacommunique@yahoo.com / Belvedia is Pink
Characters Played at Singularity: Angela (AU)
Character Information ;
Name: Conrit Ceto
Name of Canon: Original
Canon/AU/Other Game CR: N/A
Reference: Conrit's life so far in bullet-list form. Apologies for any incoherency. This is probably better read after the reference post linked to in the setting section.
Canon Point: Conrit was recently wounded in a shoot-out in his brother's jazz club. He's since recovered mostly, though he still needs some assistance from a small walking cane.
Setting: Please see this huge thing and let me know if you guys need any additional information.
Personality: Seeing as Conrit has lived most his life in the mountains and in a very sheltered environment, he can come off as being much younger than his actual age. He's incredibly innocent to the ways of the world, particularly those of human culture. Since he hatched, he's been protected, coddled, and catered to, so now that he's left his family behind, he's having trouble coming to terms with how harsh the world is outside his comfortable clutch. A glimpse of reality was what caused his flight from his home to begin with-- he couldn't handle listening to his parents fight over whether they needed to move their family to avoid being found by the humans who were beginning to encroach on their territory. This caused him to seek refuge in the birthing cavern at the back of the cave system, and resulted in his knocking over several eggs, effectively killing the hatchlings within. Conrit could not handle the idea of having to face up to the repercussions of his mistake, so he left. His self-centered nature has given him the drive to locate his older brother, in the hopes that he will fix the mess that Conrit made-- either that, or allow him to escape the consequences all together by remaining in Nieve.
Conrit does come off as a cute and unassuming kid, mostly because of his naivety. He has a way of reacting to new things in a deer-in-the-headlights way, and tends to freeze and clam up when surprised or frightened. (Though in all honesty he's not terribly eloquent even when he's not caught off guard.) His lack of knowledge about human culture can be off-putting for those who assume he's a human child. He operates based on what he grew up expecting, which causes him to go through quite a bit of culture shock when surrounded by species he's not familiar with-- which is basically everything but other dragons. Even then, some of what he's learned from other dragons (particularly Guivres, the dragon closest to his age in Ladon's mob) is scary and upsetting for him. Being in Nieve has been opening Conrit's eyes to just how little he really understands.
His unassuming and gullible nature aside, Conrit does have some piss and vinegar to him. This comes through in his stubborn side, particularly when he wants something and doesn't get it. He exhibits this behavior most around his older brother, who is a source of frustration and disappointment for him. While he's not predisposed to temper tantrums or fits, he does get angry, pout, and storm off when things don't go his way. As he's used to being taken care of by the older dragons in his clutch, his expectations tend to be that others will treat him with the same deference-- and he is sorely disappointed to find out this isn't the case.
Conrit has a way of running from threats, uncomfortable situations, and responsibility. Literally. He will go as far as to flee a running vehicle when a situation isn't what he wanted it to be-- and does so when he first encounters his brother in Nieve. When he can't escape, he will attempt to hide somewhere. He tries to be strong and brave, but now and then he just breaks down and blubbers like a scared kid tends to.
Conrit is more trusting of others than he probably should be. He's been warned by his brother, but has yet to learn for himself how this can be dangerous, mostly because he's been bailed out every time he's gotten himself in trouble. He's friendly with kids his age so long as they don't freeze him out or mock him too much about his ignorance and childishness. He gets along well enough with adults, though he does have a way of latching on to the nearest form of comfort and protection, which might irritate anyone who doesn't like children or believes that kids Conrit's age should be able to take care of themselves.
Abilities, Weaknesses, and Power Limitation Suggestions: Conrit is relatively defenseless. He can use transformation magic and that's about it. His transformation magic is actually only as effective as it is because of the charm his brother placed in his hat. On his own, Conrit can't even hide his tail, and had to tuck it into his pant leg for his first few months in Nieve. He doesn't know any other magic and the one time someone tried to teach him to use a gun, he was too frightened of the sounds the weapon made for the lesson to do much good.
In his human form, he's pretty much just a slightly-weaker-than-normal 12-year-old. In dragon form, he can fly from danger, has claws, and can breathe fire. Thus changing back into a dragon is his only means of defense. He's also not very large in his dragon form-- about the size of a full-grown German Shepherd-- so even then he's not very powerful.
Inventory: Hat, clothing, a child-size wooden cane, and that's it~
Appearance: Human form: Smaller than your average 12-year-old at 4'9" and 85lbs. Black hair. His most distinguishing feature is that his eyes are a strange mottled blue-green, and his irises are snake-like. He tends to hide them behind the brim of his hat. Underneath said hat are two little silver horns that peek out of his hair-- he won't be able to hide them for some time. When he sprouts them, his wings and tail are black, and resized as not to hamper his human form.
Dragon form: In his original form, he's about the size of a German Shepherd and weighs the same as he does in his human form. His scales are a dark gray on most of his body, the exception being the scales that start under his chin and cover his chest and underbelly, which are a lighter brown. His eyes are the same mottled green-blue with a snake-slit iris, but have no whites. His wing span is twice his length from nose to tail.
In terms of PB, I'm going to be using a slightly edited Czeslaw Meyer from Baccano!. His dragon icons come from various sources.
Age: 12
OC/AU Justification ;
If AU, How is Your Version Different From Canon, and How Will That Come Across? --
If OC, Did You Run Your Character Through a Mary-Sue Litmus Test? Yes!
And What Did You Score? 9.
Samples ;
Log Sample:
The wet sand stuck to his feet, flew into the air with every slap of his soles against the shoreline. Monique was ahead of him, panting out her laughter and glancing over her shoulder every few steps. The adults lingered behind. Momentarily, Conrit debated whether he should stick closer to his brother, but the race took priority in his young head. He'd slow up and retreat if he heard his brother yell for him, but all he'd heard so far was the flick of Ladon's lighter as he lit up another cigarette. He focused on catching up to Monique.
She stopped and turned to stare at the surf, and he slowed as he approached her. She grabbed his hand and without warning, started to lead him closer to the waves, until the water lapped at their knees. "Conrit, you ever see a mermaid?"
He blinked at her, shook his head. "Nuh-uh. Have you seen one?"
"Of course not, silly. They don't exist." She teased, then took off for the beach again, leaving him stranded in salt water up to his knees. He was glad he was wearing short pants. He glanced back at the adults again-- Ladon was lighting Miss Cerise's cigarette and Miss Cammy was talking about something and gesturing at the Boardwalk further up the coast. He wasn't sure what they were discussing, but as with everything that involved his brother, Conrit knew the conversation would die off the moment he was in hearing range. He really was starting to resent that. He wasn't an eggbaby, after all. His brother couldn't control everything he heard, and he'd overheard a lot so far-- enough to know a lot of curse words, anyway.
"Hey slowpoke!" Monique yelled from a ways away. She waved her hands over her head. "I saw a mermaid!"
"They don't exist, dummy!" Conrit yelled back, then splashed free of the foamy waves, giving chase once more. Monique shrieked and took off running again, but this time both Ladon and Cerise yelled at them not to go too far.
Network Sample:
[ Conrit has had one hell of a morning. He'd expected to wake up in his bed with either his older brother or Aza hovering, as they tended to do ever since he'd been shot. Instead, though, he's found himself in a strange place, with strange things, and a strange green lady telling him things he doesn't understand.
It's been utterly terrifying. And this comes through in the tiny, shaking voice that is broadcast on the network. ]
Hello? L-Ladon?
[ There's a pause and a sniff. Someone's doing his best not to start crying. Conrit's a little trooper, but he's also scared as hell. ]
Has... um, has anyone um. Seen my big brother..? H-his name is Ladon.
I dunno where I am. It doesn't look like Nieve and I might be having a nightmare. I dunno. Um. I need to find my big brother. Please?
Your Nickname: Heather
OOC Journal: innamoramento
Under 18? Nope!
Email/IM: vivacommunique@yahoo.com / Belvedia is Pink
Characters Played at Singularity: Angela (AU)
Character Information ;
Name: Conrit Ceto
Name of Canon: Original
Canon/AU/Other Game CR: N/A
Reference: Conrit's life so far in bullet-list form. Apologies for any incoherency. This is probably better read after the reference post linked to in the setting section.
Canon Point: Conrit was recently wounded in a shoot-out in his brother's jazz club. He's since recovered mostly, though he still needs some assistance from a small walking cane.
Setting: Please see this huge thing and let me know if you guys need any additional information.
Personality: Seeing as Conrit has lived most his life in the mountains and in a very sheltered environment, he can come off as being much younger than his actual age. He's incredibly innocent to the ways of the world, particularly those of human culture. Since he hatched, he's been protected, coddled, and catered to, so now that he's left his family behind, he's having trouble coming to terms with how harsh the world is outside his comfortable clutch. A glimpse of reality was what caused his flight from his home to begin with-- he couldn't handle listening to his parents fight over whether they needed to move their family to avoid being found by the humans who were beginning to encroach on their territory. This caused him to seek refuge in the birthing cavern at the back of the cave system, and resulted in his knocking over several eggs, effectively killing the hatchlings within. Conrit could not handle the idea of having to face up to the repercussions of his mistake, so he left. His self-centered nature has given him the drive to locate his older brother, in the hopes that he will fix the mess that Conrit made-- either that, or allow him to escape the consequences all together by remaining in Nieve.
Conrit does come off as a cute and unassuming kid, mostly because of his naivety. He has a way of reacting to new things in a deer-in-the-headlights way, and tends to freeze and clam up when surprised or frightened. (Though in all honesty he's not terribly eloquent even when he's not caught off guard.) His lack of knowledge about human culture can be off-putting for those who assume he's a human child. He operates based on what he grew up expecting, which causes him to go through quite a bit of culture shock when surrounded by species he's not familiar with-- which is basically everything but other dragons. Even then, some of what he's learned from other dragons (particularly Guivres, the dragon closest to his age in Ladon's mob) is scary and upsetting for him. Being in Nieve has been opening Conrit's eyes to just how little he really understands.
His unassuming and gullible nature aside, Conrit does have some piss and vinegar to him. This comes through in his stubborn side, particularly when he wants something and doesn't get it. He exhibits this behavior most around his older brother, who is a source of frustration and disappointment for him. While he's not predisposed to temper tantrums or fits, he does get angry, pout, and storm off when things don't go his way. As he's used to being taken care of by the older dragons in his clutch, his expectations tend to be that others will treat him with the same deference-- and he is sorely disappointed to find out this isn't the case.
Conrit has a way of running from threats, uncomfortable situations, and responsibility. Literally. He will go as far as to flee a running vehicle when a situation isn't what he wanted it to be-- and does so when he first encounters his brother in Nieve. When he can't escape, he will attempt to hide somewhere. He tries to be strong and brave, but now and then he just breaks down and blubbers like a scared kid tends to.
Conrit is more trusting of others than he probably should be. He's been warned by his brother, but has yet to learn for himself how this can be dangerous, mostly because he's been bailed out every time he's gotten himself in trouble. He's friendly with kids his age so long as they don't freeze him out or mock him too much about his ignorance and childishness. He gets along well enough with adults, though he does have a way of latching on to the nearest form of comfort and protection, which might irritate anyone who doesn't like children or believes that kids Conrit's age should be able to take care of themselves.
Abilities, Weaknesses, and Power Limitation Suggestions: Conrit is relatively defenseless. He can use transformation magic and that's about it. His transformation magic is actually only as effective as it is because of the charm his brother placed in his hat. On his own, Conrit can't even hide his tail, and had to tuck it into his pant leg for his first few months in Nieve. He doesn't know any other magic and the one time someone tried to teach him to use a gun, he was too frightened of the sounds the weapon made for the lesson to do much good.
In his human form, he's pretty much just a slightly-weaker-than-normal 12-year-old. In dragon form, he can fly from danger, has claws, and can breathe fire. Thus changing back into a dragon is his only means of defense. He's also not very large in his dragon form-- about the size of a full-grown German Shepherd-- so even then he's not very powerful.
Inventory: Hat, clothing, a child-size wooden cane, and that's it~
Appearance: Human form: Smaller than your average 12-year-old at 4'9" and 85lbs. Black hair. His most distinguishing feature is that his eyes are a strange mottled blue-green, and his irises are snake-like. He tends to hide them behind the brim of his hat. Underneath said hat are two little silver horns that peek out of his hair-- he won't be able to hide them for some time. When he sprouts them, his wings and tail are black, and resized as not to hamper his human form.
Dragon form: In his original form, he's about the size of a German Shepherd and weighs the same as he does in his human form. His scales are a dark gray on most of his body, the exception being the scales that start under his chin and cover his chest and underbelly, which are a lighter brown. His eyes are the same mottled green-blue with a snake-slit iris, but have no whites. His wing span is twice his length from nose to tail.
In terms of PB, I'm going to be using a slightly edited Czeslaw Meyer from Baccano!. His dragon icons come from various sources.
Age: 12
OC/AU Justification ;
If AU, How is Your Version Different From Canon, and How Will That Come Across? --
If OC, Did You Run Your Character Through a Mary-Sue Litmus Test? Yes!
And What Did You Score? 9.
Samples ;
Log Sample:
The wet sand stuck to his feet, flew into the air with every slap of his soles against the shoreline. Monique was ahead of him, panting out her laughter and glancing over her shoulder every few steps. The adults lingered behind. Momentarily, Conrit debated whether he should stick closer to his brother, but the race took priority in his young head. He'd slow up and retreat if he heard his brother yell for him, but all he'd heard so far was the flick of Ladon's lighter as he lit up another cigarette. He focused on catching up to Monique.
She stopped and turned to stare at the surf, and he slowed as he approached her. She grabbed his hand and without warning, started to lead him closer to the waves, until the water lapped at their knees. "Conrit, you ever see a mermaid?"
He blinked at her, shook his head. "Nuh-uh. Have you seen one?"
"Of course not, silly. They don't exist." She teased, then took off for the beach again, leaving him stranded in salt water up to his knees. He was glad he was wearing short pants. He glanced back at the adults again-- Ladon was lighting Miss Cerise's cigarette and Miss Cammy was talking about something and gesturing at the Boardwalk further up the coast. He wasn't sure what they were discussing, but as with everything that involved his brother, Conrit knew the conversation would die off the moment he was in hearing range. He really was starting to resent that. He wasn't an eggbaby, after all. His brother couldn't control everything he heard, and he'd overheard a lot so far-- enough to know a lot of curse words, anyway.
"Hey slowpoke!" Monique yelled from a ways away. She waved her hands over her head. "I saw a mermaid!"
"They don't exist, dummy!" Conrit yelled back, then splashed free of the foamy waves, giving chase once more. Monique shrieked and took off running again, but this time both Ladon and Cerise yelled at them not to go too far.
Network Sample:
[ Conrit has had one hell of a morning. He'd expected to wake up in his bed with either his older brother or Aza hovering, as they tended to do ever since he'd been shot. Instead, though, he's found himself in a strange place, with strange things, and a strange green lady telling him things he doesn't understand.
It's been utterly terrifying. And this comes through in the tiny, shaking voice that is broadcast on the network. ]
Hello? L-Ladon?
[ There's a pause and a sniff. Someone's doing his best not to start crying. Conrit's a little trooper, but he's also scared as hell. ]
Has... um, has anyone um. Seen my big brother..? H-his name is Ladon.
I dunno where I am. It doesn't look like Nieve and I might be having a nightmare. I dunno. Um. I need to find my big brother. Please?