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The Protector Of The People Caelum Kasu
Name Meaning: Host, one who receives or entertains guests in a social or official capacity
Bonding: Ages come and pass... — Kira
Like her sister she has a beautiful sandy yellow coat. Except where her sister's darkens, hers lightens til it's a beautiul golden yellow like the sun.
She's an absolute sweetheart. A little spoiled sometimes and will do her best to get what she wants, but that's usually done through diplomacy. She seems to have a knack for reading people and is very empathetic, often knowing how others are feeling by watching their behavior. Caring and considerate, she often puts others before her, but is not above playing a trick on someone she loves though. Although her pranks are always in good fun and she's very careful not to go too far.
The River Trader Astrum Tershau
Name Meaning: Collect, to get or bring together
Bonding: Ages come and pass... — Kira
His fur is the same shade of blue that you'll see when you look at clean water. That crystal clear light blue that just makes you feel happy just looking at it. Yet his stripes are the dark blue of the murky ocean. Burly is probably the best way to describe this Pyokit. He's stocky and large for his rank, and can be a little intimidating to others of his species on first site.
Don't let his looks fool you, though, he's a sweet little thing. But his fancies are fleeting. He likes to gather items, but once he gets bored with them he'll trade them for other items, so his 'collection' is ever-changing. He's a little chatterbox, and it's a little hard to get him to shut up. And he loves showing off the items he currently has. While he's perfectly happy zipping around in the air, he also seems to have a love of the sea. Boats and anything to do with the ocean fascinates him and he loves to be taken sailing if his Bonded will allow it.
I Will Survive Specula Alice
Bonding: That's Right MINIONS — Aranel
Song: Alice by Avril Lavigne
Quote: Make your own Wonderland, or everything is just boring.
Appearance: Everything about this Specula is a tinge off. Firstly, her fur isn’t light- it’s a dark green color, and, only fading into lighter shades on her back and lower legs. Her stripes, however, are bright, bright silver, burnished to a sheen, however they’re rather…wavy. Her eyes, wings, and marks on her face and ears are mossy green. She has a tendency to adorn herself with small scarves of varying colors and patterns.
Personality: This Specula is an odd ball. She is extremely determined, and will never give up on just about anything. But she thinks a bit differently. Her ideas of tricks aren’t really…tricks, per say. Hanging your clothes upside down from the ceiling? Putting a hat over that kitchen utensil you’ve been searching for all day? Anyways, this Specula is a bit clutzy, known to trip and fall into every hole imaginable, but laughs it off. She’s a cheerful thing, and isn’t sneaky in the least- You can’t help but love the odd creature, just because she’s so darn cute. And, every now and then, she’ll disappear for a few days to come back telling you all about Wonderland.
The I'm Not A Pet Specula Halan
Name Meaning: Trip, a going from one place to another; a journey; a stumble or fall; a maneuver causing someone to stumble or fall
Bonding: Ages come and pass... — Kira
This dainty little thing is such a pale green that it's almost white. Beautiful shining silver stripes accent her body. She has a very prim and proper way of sitting, that makes one suspect she has a little bit of an attitude, but then in motion she's a little rough-and-tumble, like she can take care of herself.
Don't ever think she's tame. She's a free spirit and will always be so. The only reason she stays with her bonded is because she loves them, she could leave whenever she wants, really. Sometimes she will wander off and be gone for a few days, but she will always come back, usually with some sort of trinket or interesting find. Around the house she seems to have absolutely perfect table manners. She doesn't spill or make a mess. Well, unless she means to. When she's first getting to know you, be prepared for pranks galore. She's gotta test and see if you're worthy of her friendship. Once you are deemed worthy, well, they don't stop completely but they won't be as frequent at least.
Stayin' Myself Tonight Specula Shal
Name Meaning: self, the total, essential, or particular being of a person; the individual; the essential qualities distinguishing one person from another; individuality
Bonding: That's Right MINIONS — Aranel
Song: LaLa Land by Demi Lovato
Quote: Be yourself, or don’t even bother.
Appearance: Small and dainty, this Specula is quite the sight. Her fur is a nice pale green-gray color, and her thin stripes are soft silver. Her fur looks shiny and is slick, almost like damp deer fur. Her eyes, wings, and the marks on her ears and face are bright chartreuse, and she has a lock of basic tucked away behind her right ear.
Personality: Confident, and utterly herself, this Specula prides herself on her trademarks. She loves being her, and nobody being able to copy it. She is unique, and damn you if you try telling her otherwise. She walks around mostly silent, watching and observing and learning with a confident step and a glimmer of knowledge in her eyes. It’ll be quiet for weeks until she strikes, when all of a sudden you find your whole room rearranged, or something missing in a place where you least expect it to be, or perhaps even some of your shinies are baffled as to why they are now caught stealing your clothes. Her trademarks are always something personal, something that you wouldn’t expect a shiny to pick up from just every day-to-day routine- yet she pulls it off, and you’ll know it’s here when you wake up the morning of her big plan being put into action with the smell of basil clinging into the air. That would be her.
Mindspeak: Italic #66CD00
Ghostly Thief Specula Vazgau
Name Meaning: Steal, to take (the property of another) without right or permission (verb); to commit a theft
Bonding: Daily Christmas Advent 2012
Try as she might, there really is no denying that she's a thief. She likes to nick stuff and call it hers, and she likes to have all the prettiest things. Prone to fits of jealousy and bouts of bitterness, she simply does not like it when other people have better stuff than her. And if she can't have it then you certainly can't, and she won't hesitate to take it from you and hide it somewhere or break it. And she certainly has the skills to pull it off, taking the ghost part of the Specula rank as literally as one can without actually dying, she is silent and stealthy, nearly invisible when she wants to be, and her planning and coordination are equally skilled as her stealth, when she wants something she takes it, and without getting caught. She's not entirely cruel though, and T'Rae may find that a gift or two here and there for the little thing almost seems to put a stop to her thieving habits, at least for a little bit.
She would almost be mistaken for a ghost as well, the pale minty green that covers most of her wispy fur giving her something of a misty appearance. White socks drip from her toes and there are a few spots that dribble down her face and around her eyes. The stripes across her body a brighter and bolder green shade, though still rather minty in their appearance. Her wings are almost the same, shade as her body, though seemingly spray painted across with splatters of white, tiny and not at all convincing that they would be able to lift her body without magic. Bright and glittering emerald eyes case every location that she can be found, and she can almost always be found with some kind of jewelry or decoration on her tiny body.
Mindspeak: Italic #AAF0D1
Be My Fantasy Fidus A'rs'a
Oh, Baby bounce with me,
I feel the energy…
A magic love surprise,
Is coming over me…
We all have dreams and things that we hope for ourselves and others; this Pyokit is no different. Before the Ravers found her, she'd been living alone, and it was tough as one could imagine. She never let it get to her though, and now what she dreams of most if for a bond to love and a place to call home. She enjoys dancing, and more often than not you can spy her whirling and twirling to some sort of techno beat in her mind. She can be a flirt at times, but know that she'll never settle on just anyone. She wants someone to be hers and hers alone, and this high-energy darling will make sure that you have something like that for yourself. Don't be surprised if she manages to get you cuddling with your sweetheart on the couch when you weren't expecting it. It's just part of her loving ways.
With fur of a grayish lavender shade with smokey stripes to match, this pretty girl would be sort of plain if not for the bright colored beads she sports. Her eyes are a mis-matched pair; the left a crystal blue the other a seering gold, and black trails along the top of her eyelids to sweep out just a tiny bit at the outer edges of her eyes. Two kandi bracelets rest at the stripe on her tail, and if you look closely, you can just barely make out the word 'Love' on one of them.
Oh, Baby bounce with me,
And be my fantasy tonight,
I'll hold you tight…
Mindspeak: Italic #E85810
Gracious Widow Fidus Duvek
Name Meaning: Shade, light diminished in intensity as a result of the interception of the rays; partial darkness; an area or a space of partial darkness
Bonding: Echo Bazaar — Geoffrey/Redemption
Her fur is mostly a simple shade of lavender, darker on her back and fading light her towards her paws, which are tipped with clean white toes to go with the light cream inside her ears. Her stripes follow a similar pattern, darker on her back and lighter as they spread away, but all fairly [i|clean[/i| as far as shades of grey go. The wings that flap on her back are a very dark grey, although not really anything you could call black, the color of one's shadow. Yes, YOUR shadow. Grey-green eyes watch everything from beneath deep purple marks that sweep up high and aside from her eyes. Despite her title, she doesn't seem very old at all, though she's certainly no kitten.
Short and slim, this particular Fidus is notably a little small, even for a common Pyokit. Don't mistake her for somebody you can push around however; looks aren't everything, and she's a master of black market dealings, not that you'd never know it, or really know anything about her at all, as you'll rarely see her the way she insists on remaining an infrequent presence at best, holding all her rendezvous's in secret. With her sharp cunning, however, and most subtle of graces, always gracious both as a hostess and in repaying favors, there's still something oddly personable about this Fidus. After all, what's a little criminality in the name of free trade, when handled by someone with such finesse? Fidus are knowing for being master storyweavers, after all.
Mindspeak: Italic #95789D
Mysterious Benefactor Fidus Tan
Name Meaning: Gift, something that is bestowed voluntarily and without compensation; a present
Bonding: Echo Bazaar — Geoffrey
Besides her blocked black stripes on lightly dusted violet fur, she has no markings at all, not even on her feline points or underside, her entire body a simple and unassuming flat shade like a colouring book. She is by far the smallest of all the Pyokith, with a slightly high-pitched voice, reflective deep violet eyes and all her fur brushed neatly in place. She is young, yes, but it seems to be a youth that never goes away. The only smallest distinguishing marks are her matt black nose, and the matching paint on her claws, clearly too solid and sheened to be natural. Often, she'll be found with a bag of mint humbugs with her, offering them to others with a blameless childlike smile and eating just as many herself. On the whole she looks like somebody who is nobody in particular, and nobody who is somebody of any importance.
She's extremely charming and witty, both points that allow her to slip in to an easy friendship with almost anybody, and we do mean anybody. Or maybe anything; her kind talk to plants you know, and she won't be shy herself about it. She waltzes in and out of all lives with a smile, spreading herself around happily. Her favorite subjects are surprisingly academic, although she mostly sticks to lighter conversation. An expert at manipulation, she'll slip in and out of subjects with ease, and know just when to avoid something altogether. She always has a plausible reason to be wherever she wants me, and a plausible reason she couldn't possibly have been there when she wants to keep her whereabouts unknown. Her persuasive skills are simply astounding.
Mindspeak: Italic #523650
The Music is Exceptional Animula Austin
Bonding: Birthday Gift 2012 — Lucas
Austin is completely, totally and utterly average in appearance. He takes on a yellowy orange color entirely on his body with his brassy stripes not particularly metallic in its sheen. He's not large or small, not muscular or thin, and his eyes are a perfectly normal wood-brown color. Nothing terribly interesting to see here.
He's also quite average in his interests. You see Austin has a love for music, he enjoys and will, if he can, produce it. He's very patient and polite, to the point that the traits are odd even for his rank. He isn't afraid to speak however, and speaks as eloquently as his species allows. Despite the fact that he is friendly and pretty happy, his words are rather odd however. He tends to have a dark outlook on life, thinking that there are many things that are bad or saddening. The glass is half empty in many cases, in fact, it looks be three fifths empty to him a lot of the time. He believes in bad luck, omens, and the likes, and really, sometimes it just feels like the world all around him is sinking into a sort of blackness. Despite this however, he doesn't think that life is hopeless. Oh no, despite all of the bad that is happening in the world, there are sparks of light, pockets of air that save you from drowning in this black sea called life. And these pockets of air is what he lives off of. No matter what his outlook is, Austin will always be in a cheery mood, ready to brighten your day. Look, see right there? Among all of the dead and fallen logs in the jungle is a small, white flower that's really quite beautiful. And up there, within the stormy, blackened grey rain clouds, the sky is still bright because there's a warm sun waiting for the storms to pass. He'll agree with you, the world is a horrible, horrible place. But that only makes the little things, and of course, the music, that much more beautiful, doesn't it?
Mindspeak: Bold #DFC262