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Charismatic Coral Sea Caie-lyr Duta'es
Name Meaning: Diplomacy, skill in managing negotiations, handling people, etc., so that there is little or no ill will; tact
Bonding: Just Swimming By... — Zaerias
Personality: The most social out of the group, the Coral Sea would be a perfect diplomat if she weren't restricted to the sea! Of course, this does mean that she's normally the one to fix disputes amongst her peers, not that she minds. She rather enjoys being around others, and will get rather sad and down if by herself for too long, so make sure someone's always with this chipper little darling. This Caie-lyr is a master at reading body language, and can practically feel the emotions in the air of those that are surrounding her. She knows just what to say and just what to do to dispel any complications. A good one to have around, because she will always be a neutral party.
Description: Ahh, this one knows her body is a mesh of wondrous colors and she sports it well! The base of her body is a deep green with the slightest yellow tinge, and her body is splotched with dark turquoise. Her long fins are bright teal, and she's 5'5", much like her Flattered sister.
Fixing Tea Time Caie-lyr Beorfin Ek'esik
Name Meaning: Absolute, Perfect in quality or nature; complete; not mixed; pure; not limited by restrictions or exceptions; unconditional
Bonding: A Very Merry... Unbonding? Speedbonding — Lorraine
You mean you can't take less. It is very easy to take more than nothing.
Being the sibling of the other male Caie-lyr he tends to want to stay close to him, sharing some of the same enthusiasm in liquids… Just more perfectionist. After all it would be a shame to drink something without the proper snack. No, too much sugar. Not enough now. He just can't seem to make up his mind but he doesn't let these small things depress him any, keeping cheery and just constantly taking what you have and trading it out until eventually he thinks he has it right. Maybe.
Unlike his brother though he looks more like the shadowed sand underneath the kelp and coral that he knows. His main color is a deep golden with hinted ripples of a lighter shade while the top of his head is a brighter and paler yellow. The patch up top skewed in all different direction, making sharp angles at some point, one even streaking down his nose. Meanwhile he has a green splotch much like his brothers in a similar place and his back is a nice medium gold before disappearing back into that darker color on his tail. The tendrils on the other hand that stretch so far off of his body go from the gold to a yellowish to green at the tips, resembling a sunbaked, dying batch of seeweed.
The Eastern Sea Caei-lyr Tha'nar
Name Meaning: Sea, name of Vulcan's eastern sea
Bonding: Half Price Day Redemption
Like her brother, Tha’nar is calm and peaceful by nature. She enjoys physical contact and playful games of tag and chase, more often than not with her brother than with any other Beorfin in the Pod. Not to say she doesn’t like them, rather it almost seems like she fears them, she is guarded rather than she is shy. Somewhat mistrustful of anything that isn’t her bond or her brother, it takes her a very long time to properly warn up to other Beorfin, let alone creatures outside of her own species. Really it makes her seem almost sad, desiring social contact and yet being simultaneously afraid of it, it was probably a very good thing that she was hatched as a twin, for without her brother she would be quite lonely indeed. As it is her interaction with other Beorfin involves a lot of posturing, a lot of maintaining a specific image of grace than about befriending them. But in time she will grow into the more social aspects of her rank.
As all Caie-lyr she is very middling in form, sleek and graceful looking, even if it’s not entirely practical. Identical to her brother, her body is a milky teal-grey shade, like the sun shining down into the algae riddled sand of stagnant waters, with pale blue eyes like stones resting at the bottom of a deep pool. The only way really to tell her apart from her brother are her fins, slightly longer than his though they share the same coloration, a pale yellow extending from her body and shifting quickly into a vibrant and lush green the farther it travels. Were she to lay still enough in the sand it would truly resemble seaweed reaching up from the ocean floor, not that she is one to be likely to hide.
The Western Sea Caei-lyr Vo'roth
Name Meaning: Sea, name of Vulcan's western sea
Bonding: Half Price Day Redemption
Like his sister, Vo’roth is calm and peaceful by nature. He enjoys physical contact and playful games of tag and chase, more often than not with his sister than with any other Beorfin in the Pod. Not to say he doesn’t like them, rather it almost seems like he fears them, he is defensive and wary rather than shy. Rather mistrustful of anything that isn’t his bond or his sister, it takes him a very long time to properly warn up to other Beorfin, let alone creatures outside of his own species. Really it makes him seem almost sad, desiring social contact and yet being simultaneously leery of it, it was probably a very good thing that he was hatched as a twin, for without his sister he would be quite lonely indeed. As it is his interaction with other Beorfin involves a lot of posturing, a lot of maintaining a specific bold image than about befriending them. But in time perhaps he will grow into the more social aspects of his rank.
As all Caie-lyr he is very middling in form, sleek and graceful looking, though with seemingly a bit more muscle, even if it’s not entirely practical. Identical to his sister, his body is a milky teal-grey shade, like the sun shining down into the algae riddled sand of stagnant waters, with hard blue eyes like stones resting at the bottom of a deep pool. The only way really to tell him apart from his sister are his fins, shorter than his sisters and almost seeming damaged though identical in coloration, a pale yellow extending from his body and shifting quickly into a vibrant and lush green the farther it travels. Were he to lay still enough in the sand it would truly resemble seaweed reaching up from the ocean floor, not that he is one to be likely to hide.
Let Me Show You The Sea Den'risu Za-vel
Name Meaning: Relic, something that has survived the passage of time, especially an object or custom whose original culture has disappeared
Bonding: Daily Christmas Advent 2011
Quiet and gentle there is no doubt to anyone that he is a Den'risu without examination. He is quiet and timid, keeps fairly contentedly to himself without any protest. What stands out most about this Beofin is his intelligence, something profound and scholarly beyond even most of his rank. The only time he shows any form of excitement or eagerness is when given the chance to share his knowledge with others, and more particularly T'Rae. He knows everything there is to know about the sea and the life that lives there, and he would love nothing more than the opportunity to share it with his Vulcan, and anyone interested, to show every nook and cranny he has found and to highlight the differences between this patch of seaweed and that one. He knows every tiny detail about ocean life that anyone could possibly know, and what is the point of knowing all of these things if he does not share them with others. A warm and grandfatherly figure to anyone close enough to listen. When he's not showing off the world under the waves he is normally found anywhere with bright sunlight dozing and content into himself, though he wouldn't refuse any company in these moments either.
An antiquated gold covers most of this older Beorfin's body, though there is a pale blue on his underside and up across his face. A slender and gentle form he slides through the water easily, if not particularly quickly. He is in no rush to be anywhere. In fact he is generally more content to remain close to home, or as close to T'Rae's house as he can manage. Though he is missing some of the long tendrils across his body the ones that remain create a soft and pretty veil along his tail. His body is marked here and there by scars and remnants of past fights, no doubt from being bossed around by larger beorfin. Looking at him it is no wonder that he left his previous pod.
Your Argument is Invalid Kel'rhea Ka'tur
Name Meaning: Derived From V'tosh Ka'tur, Vulcans without logic
Bonding: FISH ON! — Professor
Description: A soft supple pink paints the body of this female. Its paler than a blush but much more captivating, making her look like she is wrapped in silken sheets that shimmer if caught in the right light, all 4' of her. She is short and petite and if her coloring doesn't scream innocent than her soft almost doll like features will. Twisting like vines under her fins and over her belly are soft pale yellow faint lines, they twist up and over her muzzle coming to a stop with a burst of a brighter yellow just below her captivating blue-green eyes, shaped like rounded off almonds and glint almost constantly. She looks like a delicate cherry blossom, with her fins/tufts and tendrils being a stark bold difference from the rest of her softness. They pop with a deep fuchsia pink that bleeds slightly just out at the base of her fins/tufts and tendrils.
Personality: This is a sticky situation, see, this little lady is smart, and she knows she is. Which in itself isn't that bad, but she cannot under any kind of circumstances be wrong, that is only the tip of the iceberg with this one. She will go to any lengths to prove how right she is. No, she doesn't think you're stupid, far from it, she just thinks she's smarter. And these things aren't done to spite you, she honestly just can't help it Her argument is correct and yours is invalid. Don't get discouraged though there will be plenty of opportunities for her to prove her intelligence and for you to marvel at the facts. If it helps once you get past that aggressive behavior she really is very sweet and in no way does she spend every hour of every day finding new ways to make herself smarter in arguments. No, really her bond should think of them more as debates that they will never win unless you sit down and take out hours of your time for it. But if on the off chance you do win, wow will she respect you enough until she comes harder during the next one.
Over-Bering Sea Mordre-tu A'fic
Name Meaning: Command, the power or authority to command; an authoritative direction or instruction to do something; a military unit or region under the control of a single officer
Bonding: Just Swimming By... — Zaerias
Personality: The Over-Bering Sea is much more 'alive' than his brother. His bark is loud, and his voice is much more free with its frequency. He likes to have control, as much of it as he can. He throws his voice around to appear larger than he is; it's rather surprising how easy some of the other ranks are subdued just by a loud voice. This Mordre-tu has his nose in everyone's business, and there isn't a thing happening that he doesn't know about.
Description: Much flashier than his brother, this Mordre-tu sports a body of tarnished silver, fading darker on his muzzle, with fins of shimmering silver. His body is a full six feet long, though it is rare to see him fully out-stretched. It seems he will always prefer to have his head low, even when sitting still and not swimming, his body bobbing flat on the surface of the water.
You Don't Say Mordre-Tu Rik'ortal
Name Meaning: Derived From V'tosh rik'ortal, Vulcans without sarcasm
Bonding: FISH ON! — Professor
Description: A dark charcoal gray starts at the tip of his tail and as it travels up his body is gets lighter, never really leaving the realm of smoky grays, until it hits the tip of his muzzle with a dusty silver. That isn't it though, at certain levels the soft color changes, he has what looks like shading running all over, making the changes and everything else really just look like one giant smoke billow from top to bottom. His fins/tufts and tendrils are that same dusty silver. All of this and his 6' frame make him look like a giant shadow moving through the see depths. He blends in when he chooses to and you would probably never even suspect that he was there or watching you had you not looked at his face and spotted his eyes. Those beauties are a vibrant red, they look haunted and almost as if they could peer into whoever soul they see fit. His features are sharp and he looks much more intimidating and bulky because of his coloring, but really, he won't bite, maybe just a nip.
Personality: Now, while his siblings are rainbows and unicorns, well some of them, this wonderful guy is not. Oh no, he rides the opposite end of the spectrum, not quite doom and gloom, but sarcasm. Really though it's good natured, most of the time. In his defense he cannot help it, you say something he thinks is stupid and or obvious his head tilts on its own accord and mouth falls open ever so slightly as if to say 'You don't say?' He has many other faces that just scream sarcasm but this one is his favorite. The way he moves, snorts, breathes it all slots into place and pushes him closer and closer to his true potential. He doesn't mean it to be mean, he just gets a thrill in his stomach when he is able to pull one over on his bond, or anyone for that matter. He loves mischief, bad and naughty jokes. He's always up for a good time as long as you don't mind him crashing the party a few times with his antics