Diamond
Masth

::Name:: Diamond
::Gender:: Male
::Rank:: Honoured/Prestigious-- AOM
::Species:: Anthropomorphic Wolf
::Age:: 29
::Job:: Agent of Mindspace-- change genders, size, manipulate genetics and physical bodies of dragons and fetuses through magical and scientific means.
::Location:: Black Sheep Weyr, Mindspace

~~Appearance~~
::Height:: 5'9"
::Eyes:: Pale lime green
::Fur/Scales/Feathers/Skin:: Dark, grayish blue, with slightly lighter gray underbelly and arm/leg/tail tips. Pale pink glows line his back, starting at his forehead and going down to the tip of his tail.
::Hair:: Black, slightly longer than shoulder length, strait and course. He usually wears it back in a ponytail.
::Other::

~~Skills~~
::Magic:: Gender manipulation, size manipulation, reality-alteration, gene manipulation, creature summoning, Earth magic, Light magic
::Physical::
::Mental::

~~Personality~~
::Mental Disorders::
::General:: Diamond is an interesting mix of traits, and the few people he does attract stick to him like glue. He seems to have a selective charisma-- most people don't notice him, despite the fact that he's fairly conspicuous. Those that do notice him stick to him like glue, for better or for worse-- usually, he likes it, because he seems to attract like-minded people, but sometimes they are the more annoying sort, and he has hell getting rid of them. He also likes his alone time, for which he retreats to his weyr-- he is one of the few people who has a weyr but not a dragon, mostly because of his status. He's one of the most important people in the BSW, though he has no actual political power. In general, he's both quiet and polite, and informal and easygoing. He displays most of those two opposite ends of the spectrum at different times, though he's been known to have some traits of both ends at any given time. Somehow he makes them swirl together and work, without getting murky or becoming one set of traits on their own. He's fairly quiet and easygoing, polite to strangers and in conversation, particularly when he's lost amongst his interesting mass of thoughts. He'll surprise you now and again, however, with an informal statement or action-- particularly on the subject of gossip, which he's always to give out, so long it's not a dangerous or hurtful sort. He's fairly gentle, which most wouldn't expect from him, as well as tactful, which is doubly surprising given his fondness of gossip. He's also insanely fond of tropical fruit, good-smelling soaps, things with glitter in them (it's distracting..), and the scent of waterlillies.

~~History~~
::Former Location::

~~Connections~~
::Mate:: Cellex [(c) Tiogerai]
::Family::
::Offspring::
::Bondeds:: Masth, Black Masked M Dragon Mutt;
::Pets::
::Sponsering::

Bonds

♦Hatchling Image♦
::Name:: Masth
::Gender:: Male
::Species:: Dragon Mutt (Beast x Denner x Danachian x Old World)
::Rank:: //
::Colour:: Black Masked

~~Appearance~~
::Size:: 5.0m at shoulder
::Eyes:: Blue
::Fur/Scales/Feathers/Skin:: Black body base, with orange markings, one of which is a big mask shape over his face. His wingsails also are mostly orange, and the end of his tails are orange as well. In addition, he has a few spots-- or rather, stripes-- of bright purple, running down his mask and neck and body to the tip of his tails.
::Build:: Strong, Graceful, Proud
::Other::

~~Skills~~
::Magic::
::Physical:: Stamina, Poison Sting
::Mental:: Telepathy, Teleportation

~~Personality~~
::General:: Masth and Diamond are an excellent pair-- which doesn't necessarily mean they won't laugh at each other's misfortune. On the contrary, they will, and they'll usually let the other try to work his way through it before jumping in to assist. Nevertheless, their relationship is a good one, and they mutually enjoy each other's company. They're both fairly laid back creatures, who enjoy a good laugh, and they share the same sort of sense of humor-- though Masth is, notably, quite a bit more sadistic than his bond. Masth also tends to be fairly mischievous in general, fond of your classic practical joke, even when they're more malicious in nature. He /does/ stop short of actually hurting people, most of the time, and isn't usually so rough with people he loves. For all his fondness of excitement, he does like just laying around and relaxing sometimes too, particularly after being outside in the cold for a few hours. He does not share his bond's fondness for random things, however, and regularly plays pranks on Diamond by hiding his collection of amazingly glittery objects.

~~History~~
::Origins::
::Hatching Post:: ((Not written by me. Written by Dray or Jkat)) Back in the cavern, things were going much worse!
You fool! a brain in a jar cursed, while a smug wolfen man twirled said jar on the tip of his finger. Set me down this instant! You're making me dizzy!
"Relax, gramps," Diamond replied, twirling the jar with some proficiency. "You don't have eardrums to get dizzy with!"
Well then I order you to cease and desist! Don't make me freeze your mind! You won't like what happens!
"Psh," Diamond replied, transferring the jar across his shoulders like a basketball, spinning it on his other fingers. "Dare you to try it."
Why you little-- the evil lord began, but stopped suddenly as a three-digitted hand plucked him out of harm's way.
Veinvolt set Lord Ashir and his jar down on the ground without speaking a word, and the look that she exchanged with Diamond was awkwardly quiet.
Hmph! the brain harumphed, but offered no thanks.
He didn't need to, really, for a sharp crackle and a burst of ozone and light broke into their shenanigans, and from it stepped a figure in black.
"BLAH!" the thin man shouted, flapping his cape open and flashing sharp teeth.
"Flasher!" Diamond exclaimed, recoiling in surprise.
The man snarled, "No, you idiot, I'm a vampire."
You could have fooled me, the brain in the jar replied.
"So are you here to sahk our blahd?" Diamond asked, wriggling fingers at the newcomer.
The man glared at him. "Not yours, you flee-ridden mongrel."
"I prefer, 'Diamond in the rough," the wolf-man replied.
I have a feeling you might be biased. 'Mongrel' has a nice ring to it. Ashir supplied.
The newcomer quirked a brow. "I have a feeling I might get to like you," he told the megalomaniac.
Likewise, Ashir replied, If you'd be so kind as to tell us what's going on here, and perhaps dispose of that disgusting creature. There are horrible little hairs in my ooze, now, and they're tickling me.
The vampire-man chuckled, not kindly. "Well then, if you don't mind--"
Not at all.
He picked up the jar and vanished--and then 'plick!'ed back into existence. "Oh, wait a moment." He addressed the two still standing and wondering what was happening. "What do you hate most in the world?" he asked presumptuously.
"Screaming children," Diamond replied unabashedly, though Veinvolt said nothing.
"Ah, we're of like minds," the vampire replied. Then he snapped his fingers and suddenly screaming, be-costumed and hyper children were pouring over the two candidates, swarming Diamond and grabbing Veinvolt with sticky, grubby fingers. "Enjoy!" the vampire cackled, and then disappeared.
...
Diamond found himself watched as he pulled children off of himself and threw them as far as he could. Masth covered a smirk behind one orange paw, flicking his tails behind him. ~Are you having fun?~ the dragonet asked.
"I could be doing better," the wolfen man retorted, ripping a stick-like growth from the wall and waving it warningly at the remaining children who were still trying to swarm them. "Now either get helping or get lost," he added, showing teeth at a little girl who seemed particularly intent on petting him.
Masth stood, gave a dragonet-sized roar, and bounded over to his new bond, leaping on the children like ripples and dispersing them. ~How's that for help?~
"Not half bad," Diamond replied, "not half bad at all!"

~~Connections~~
::Mate::
::Pedigree:: Orgazmath (Purple/red F Dragon Mutt, Mother) x Ahiezer (Oil/Black M AAM Beast, Father)

1: A proposition
2: Hatching

Rashin was one of those places you just didn’t walk around in at night. Even being armed to the teeth wasn’t particularly helpful—the dangerous, rotten, mutated things that came out of the walls at random intervals were largely immune to weapons of any sort. Not that the walls weren’t bad enough—the city was located right on the other side of Boston, which was located, interestingly enough, in mindspace’s mirror New York. The transition was interesting—Boston was messed up, but the moment you crossed the definate border, you knew you had crossed into another world. Not only did the place seem rotting, everything in various shades of dull green and gray and other such colours, but the very air smelled different, in that indescribable way.

And yet, despite this, people lived here. Tucked into crevices, filling houses that regularly spouted various creatures.. There were shops here, businesses—even a mechanic workshop, that was fairly popular with anyone who dared risk their presence here. These few could survive her for various reasons—some were simply ignored by the creatures, and some had abilities and protections that enabled them to survive. Even these people were uneasy, however, or off in some way—there was no normalcy here, not even the semblance of normalcy.

And yet, walking down one of the back dangerous alleyways, was an anthropomorphic wolf, apparently unaware of the city’s dangers. He walked with his headphones on, smiling slightly, steps in tune with the music he was listening to.

This ignorance was deceptive, however. Diamond—whose one shame was his name—knew exactly what he was doing. Perhaps it was arrogance, or a genuine sense of his power, or both, but he knew nothing would hurt him here. He was a prestigious individual, one of the Agents of Mindspace that did gender conversions and genetic modification on adult dragons and fetuses alike, among other things, and in addition to that, he summoned the sorts of beings that haunted Rashin on a regular basis. Besides, he knew where he was going, and the person he was going to see was about as dangerous to the aforementioned monsters as the monsters were to everyday people. That person was  Veinvolt, the nightmourner who’d recently taken up residence in mindspace.

He paused at an empty warehouse, whose paint and the cement that made the walls were peeling off the wire framework that gave them their shape, looking in the broken window. A few minutes later, a face stared back at him, lit by an eerie yellow glow. This was Veinvolt, whose mournful gaze betrayed how dangerous and literally addictive she was.

            Diamond was one of the few who didn’t like her for the latter part of that sentence. Very literally addictive, her tail could produce strands of narcotic magic, and that was part of the reason she kept herself here, in an abandoned shed, far from where anyone could bother her. He found her to be, for all her silence and vengefulness, good company, and today he had a prospect that might interest her.

            “I found something you might liiike.” Diamond said, leaning on the windowsill with a mildly-disturbing grin. Veinvolt said nothing, simply giving him a long look, which he took as a sign to continue. “You know I live and work at the BSW, right?” He paused for only a second, knowing there would be no answer. “Well, notifications from other weyrs and niduses and what have you out of mindspace come sweeping through the BSW at regular intervals, and I heard tell,” he leaned closer, because evidently this was some kind of secret, “that a pair of dragonesses have accosted the sands of the Nidus Avengaea for their clutch.” Once more he paused, but this time for a longer amount of time, to see if the dragon would have a response for him.

She only perked her ears slightly forward, which he took as a good sign. “No one can enter the sands, they’ve got some kind of mist shield blocking it.” He grinned here, even more widely, his own ears coming forward. “And you /know/ that means it’s gonna be badass. So, you up to come?”

            She said nothing, as usual, and he knew not to wait for an answer. He merely turned and started walking away, knowing her answer would come in another form. His ears he kept perked, and the action was rewarded—a few moments later, he heard the clicks and noises of a door slowly opening, and the narcotic dragoness bounded forward to join him, walking with him back to the portal that would lead them first to the BSW and then to the Nidus Avengaea.

2: Hatching
Not written by me. Written by Dray and Jkat and located Here.