I need my tea back.
Cae
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| Caelum | |
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| Background | |
| Creator | Celestial |
| Artist | Celestial |
| Coder | Hey |
| Attribute | Rough dirt, succulents, tea (preferably herbal, but green or black works too) |
| Element | Earth |
| Color | Deep red-brown |
| Animal | Firehawk |
| Song | Mr. Pinstripe Suit (Big Bad Voodoo Daddies)/Brown Flight Jacket (Cherry Poppin' Daddies)/Jumpin' Blue (Bert Kaempfert) |
| MBTI | INTP-T |
| Character | |
| Age | 7 |
| Gender | Female |
| Orientation | Bisexual, but she prefers males |
| Occupation | Student and wannabe physicist |
| Tribe | Mudwing |
| Goal | Acceptance. After that it's tea and the draconic equivalent of the Nobel Prize |
| Residence | The Big City by the delta (Modern), the same delta but no city (Canon) |
| Relatives | Her sibs, Devos (dad, Sandwing/Modern), Serengeti, (mom, also Sandwing/Modern) Uhh... biological parents (WIP, canon) |
| Allies | Her friends, a certain Sandwing that sneaked her out of a bad situation (Fate unknown, canon) and uhh... |
| Enemies | Her sibs, Saffron (Canon), her own idiocy (Modern) |
| Likes | Warm showers, quilts, plants, snow, food, physics, mountains. Oh my gosh she loves mountains. |
| Dislikes | People, insults, and to some degree, herself |
| Powers | None |
| Weapons | Usual dragon stuff! |
| Nicknames | Cae |
| Love Interests/Ships | - none... for now |
| Quote | "Oh... so you mean... really? The next tea shipment is in THREE MONTHS? You are kidding... right?!?" |
"You made me a page? I mean, for real this time...? y'know, you're embarassing me right now. Yes, you." Celestial's Dragonsona.
She's a quirky normal Mudwing with a brain. See Umber for the crazy one. Tea lovers unite!<3
Appearance:
"Pfft. You don't think I look nice at all. Ey?"Canon: She's graceful, sure. In a muscled, limber way, of course. She is a Mudwing, after all. Her legs and tail are longer than the average, but not exactly tiny. Her wings are like those of a Skywing, massive, elegant, powerful, with only a little bit of armor to remind everyone she is, after all, a Mudwing. Her body is short and stubby, and as such her long, wrinkled neck looks... well, a little out of place. It is said her lineage is impure. She’ll wrinkle her forwards-facing brow, showing off those shining, wide, crystal-clear blue eyes and pushing her too-large ears back, and they’ll all forget about ancestry or whatever their complaints are.
Her snout is stout and a bark red, like those of the mighty Ponderosa pines she had grown up around. It had long lines and ridges where the bones are. Her horns, their deep amber-gold marred by the fact that her right one twisted around too much. Her nostrils face forwards and she will flare them and snort in indignation whenever she gets angry, which is often. She's in possession of a spectacular pair of eyebrows and ears that work in tandem to show you exactly how she is feeling, all the time. Her face itself is a rich brown, dotted with wavy lines leaning back from her ears in a deep orange. A circle is beneath her eye, with a washed out inside and a deep ring of brown outside. Her eye is blue, cerulean, and it twinkles despite the rough scales that sink it beneath her brow. She's supposed to wear glasses, these round spectacles, but she rarely does.
Her underbelly is wrinkled and long, vaguely resembling that of a Sandwing. It is gold, with lines of a faint orange streaming back from the center. Her scales are many, all lined in hard armor or soft as a newborn. She is a rather big being of opposites.
Her wings also have the lined pattern, swooping back in arrow shapes from one another. No matter how heavily her steps fall on land, if she took to the skies, she would be a thing of grace. The colors on her wings are splashed on like watercolor, some here, some there, all shades of sepia.
Her legs and tail are far too long, with little bright red scales over the top and spines where there shouldn’t be spines.
She loves dirt, not mud, and as such a few succulents and one rather malnourished cacti grows on the back of her neck.
Modern: Exactly the same, really. Cae wears a modest and scratchy grey sweater, on top of which is a bright yellow raincoat. Her pants are faded, ice-blue denim that actually has pockets. She never has any jewelry or makeup on. She actually uses her glasses. Her succulents live in her room and not with her, though.
Personality:
"I miss the world. I don't know what I miss, because I'm still in the world, but I miss it." Note: This section is written modern, but note that her personality remains the same either way.Caelum is rather obsessive. She'll move around with reckless abandon, always fidgety, until she sees something of interest. Then she'll fidget with it for hours. She is a great reader as well, even reading Faustus (A story about a Nightwing desperate for knowledge) and other old tomes, such as “The Queen” (By Skywing Queen Machiavelli) and “The Art of Cowardice” (By legendary Seawing Water Tzu). Her intelligence level is high and occasionally off the charts, oft depending on how much food (and tea! always tea) she has had in the past three days. Her room is a mess, and books are stacked everywhere.
Caelum is forgetful, true, and cannot use a map to save her life. Far from perfect, as we all are. She doesn't like that. She wants to be the best at everything she tries, for better or for worse.
She deeply cares about her friends, although her natural deviousness permits her to use them for her own needs without a second thought. She does, however, have a strong conscience and sense of justice that oft leads her astray, in a twisted sort of way. She makes decisions too quickly, judges books by their covers (Which is odd, considering her own unusual looks) and doubts herself. Loud noises and other dragons bother her to the point she dragged hearself to a therapist. Her therapist had decided she had autism and SPD (Sensory Processing Disorder) . She resents herself for not being smart enough to fix herself. She scribbles her feelings when upset. Cae’s art, usually so precise, degenerates into a mess in her moods. Her thoughts, sometimes profound, sometimes shallow make her an odd character. Lost in dream, it may seem. She doesn't know what other people think, and that causes her no small amount of anxiety for no good reason.
She wants to go into physics, a field which her curiosity and mathematical mind are adeptly suited to. She worries she won't be smart enough by the time she graduates to college, or, as she calls it, with her penchant for banter, adventure, and big words, “Acamedia”. She understates her own brilliance, but her spectacular friends are always there to remind her of her many infamous achievements. She doesn't appreciate them enough. Later in life she knows she will regret that.
When she is in a dangerous situation, she wonders what would happen if she died. Her mind races when so much as handling a saw. “What if?” she asks, “What if?” She is nonreligious, not believing in the “new awakening” or the Spirit. She will never be comforted by the idea she would go to heaven. It would mean she is wrong, for once.
She is very introverted. Invasion of her personal space is like touching a time bomb- you never know when it will blow up in your face. "Mellow until provoked" is one of her more common descriptors.
Oh, Caelum is different, that’s for sure. She is also kind and humorous, and always has crushes, on both boys and girls. An easy smile, an easy laugh, a talent for eating, and some intelligence was all she needs to get along in the world. Luckily, she has all those.
Of note: Her favorite band is the Big Bad Voodoo Daddies. She loves swing, and she loves sushi. Just not together.
History:
"OK, that's enough. Really folks, this has gone on far too long. My sudden lack of tea has not gone unnoticed."Relationships:
"Nope. Forget about that."
Her sibs. (Canon & Modern) Hatred. Dislike. Left at age 5~6. Taught her to play the cello, which she disliked. Getting general dislike vibes here? Good.
Saffron. (Canon) He didn't do anything other than lock her in a dungeon for... I don't know, Mudwing hatred? Of course she hates him, but not more than any of her other encounters.
Her adopted mom, Serengeti. (Modern) Love. Hope. A little annoyance. She truly loves her. Make good waffles, too.
Her adopted dad, Devos: (Modern) A kind of playful hope. She likes him a lot as a dragon. They're more friends than family. Loves music and will take her to concerts.
Cactus!! (Modern) She happened to live in a similar place for a bit, they met at school and shared a lot of the same interests. They're great friends and have been for years. Probably the funniest dragon Caelum's ever met. She loves her, not like a crush, but still...
Waves (Canon) She's pretty great. Cae met her on her travels. They aren't super close of friends yet, but they like a lot of the same stuff and wish to know each other better in the future.
Feel free to ask me to add your sona/dragon!
Trivia:
"This is... unnecessary... completely horrible. What were you thinking?"
Caelum’s name means chisel in Latin.
Scavengers are cute to her, but she generally dislikes them.
Her favorite color is dark brown.
She's a good swimmer.
She'll obsessively edit posts and pages until they're perfect. She'll do that for months.
She likes tea. Maybe too much?
Search Okanogan-Wenatchee National Forest for an idea of what her home looks like.
Her attempts to not break code have failed... badly...
#2F1BOE, #7E3925, #AE6A2C, AC8E6F are good colors to use when drawing.
Art:
"Still can't draw. Oh help."
