I told y'all I was a crazy woman, did I not? LOL. I was in the mood to create. So I went ahead and added a background to Eirwyn too. I figure I'll use one dragon now and hold the other in reserve for when a second character is allowed.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Eirwyn</div><div class="spoiler_body"> <div align="center"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Character:</strong></span></div><br/>Humanoid Form (http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/f/f5/C088835f5f3d11dfa0ae000b2f3ed30f-picsay.jpg) <br/>Dragon Form (http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/2/28/Queen_Silver_Wing-picsay.jpg) <br/><br/><strong>Name:</strong> Eirwyn <br/><strong>Species (Dragon Type):</strong> Silver<br/><strong>Age:</strong> 195<br/><br/><div align="center"><strong><span class="bbc_u">Human Appearance</span></strong></div> <br/><br/><strong>Hair:</strong> Icy-silver<br/><strong>Eyes:</strong> Dark-silver (they almost appear metallic-black and seem to reflect different light)<br/><strong>Skin:</strong> Frosty-tan<br/><strong>Weight:</strong> 120lb<br/><strong>Height:</strong> 5'7" <br/><strong>Other:</strong> Her skin has patches of silver-gray all over it. Almost as if it has been frosted by cold. Her skin is also almost always cool too the touch and her breath seems to have an icyness to it.<br/><br/><br/><div align="center"><strong><span class="bbc_u">Information:</span></strong><br/></div><br/><strong>Personality:</strong> Perfectly suitable for a ice dragon, Eirwyn has a very cold personality. She generally appears emotionless and very unfriendly. The emotionless part would be wrong, she has emotion, it just comes off colder than normal peoples emotions. The unfriendly part however, that would be correct. She prefers to be left alone and <strong>does not</strong> like to socialize with others. Even somebody who she might become <em>close</em> to is vulnerable to her cold snaps (excuse the pun. Lol), especially if they don't listening to her, or wants/tries to do something she thinks they shouldn't do. <br/><br/><strong>Background:</strong> Eirwyn broke from her shell with a grudge and has carried one ever since. Not exactly like she was ever truly mean to her siblings or anybody else. She just had a <em>way</em> about her. Hatched on the coldest night of winter, with one of the worse snow storms of the season. She perhaps should've been called something fierce and cold. She didn't like or want to play with the others, though she did at the encouragement of her parents. She took her food off to eat by Jersey. She would often be in the coldest corner of the cave. She always craved cold. All Silvers do. But she was even icier than most. Some of her siblings joked that she was made of ice. Others said other things. If they were annoying enough, it would end with her teeth at their throat, threatening to kill them, and being quite serious.<br/><br/>When the day came to go out, she wasn't exited. The only thing that got her to drag her feet along and follow the others was the fact that there would suppose to be places made of ice out there, and she wanted to see them. So, as the others played and learned, Eirwyn climbed up the mountain until she found a patch of snow. She had never seen anything more beautiful. So white and cold. Even through learning to fly, and hunt, she would climb further and further up the mountain until she reached the snowcapped peak. When leaving the nest, she shall search for even colder places.</div></div><br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Neave</div><div class="spoiler_body"> <div align="center"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Character:</strong></span></div><br/>Humanoid Form (http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/70/Dragonlady-picsay.jpg) <br/>Dragon Form (http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/a/a8/Saphira_Zha-picsay.jpg)<br/><br/><strong>Name:</strong> Neave<br/><strong>Species (Dragon type):</strong> Cobalt <br/><strong>Sex:</strong> Female <br/><strong>Age:</strong> 185<br/><br/><br/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Humanoid Appearance:</strong></span></div><br/><strong>Hair: </strong> Cobalt blue and is glittery/shimmery<br/><strong>Eyes:</strong> Deep blue<br/><strong>Skin:</strong> Flawless with a shimmer<br/><strong>Weight:</strong> 130lb<br/><strong>Height:</strong> 5'9"<br/><strong>Other:</strong> She has a blue, badger-like mask over her eyes, and when she manifests clothes for her transformation, it is a skin tight, leathery jumpsuit that looks like blue scales <br/><br/><br/><br/><div align="center"><strong><span class="bbc_u">Information:</span></strong><br/></div><br/><strong>Personality:</strong> Neave is odd to say the least. She's one of the more cheerful and less serious dragons you'll come across. Which usually leads to her getting into all kinds of trouble since she's always trying to stick her nose into everything without cation.<br/><br/><strong>Background:</strong> The day Neave broke free from her egg was pure joy. Freedom! Finally the world was hers to explore. So, image her great disappointment when she awoke in a dark cave and all she saw was strange patterns of colors permitted from her thermal vision. It seemed like forever before her parents came back, though it wasn't in reality. Leaving hatchling Neave to bound around the cave, sniffing at dark and moist corners. <br/><br/>As years went by, Neave longed more and more for the outside. She did not like the damp and cold cave, did not like being cluttered image there with her siblings. But, she made the best of it. Her siblings saw her as a bit of a oddity at times. She always played with her food before eating, made up odd games, and annoyed the others no end. Some were also jealous, since Neave had an odd talent for noticing things before they did. <br/><br/>When it came time to finally come out, Neave needed no prompting. She ran out and leapt around, flocking in the grass and upon rocky ledges. Nor did she need prompting to take her fight flight. When she saw her parents encourage a nervous sibling to take off, without warning, Neave took off at a run and leapt from the ledge. She took to flight perfectly, and loved it thoroughly. What a joy it was to be in the air, a joy she continues to love. <br/><br/><br/><br/>OOC Ons and Offs: </div></div>