Natti
Dedicated to his art as every artist should be.


Senesta.  

Natti
Senesta

Character

~~Gen~~
::Name:: Technically unknown. Officially Natalia, called by most 'Natti'
::Gender:: Male (Castrated- Eunuch)
::Rank:: Resident of Mindspace
::Species:: Anthropomorphic Wolf
::Age:: 24
::Job:: Castrati singer/Maestro and Student at the VeniceMirror conservatory.
::Location:: Venice Mirror, Italy, Mindspace
~~Appearance~~
::Height:: 6'0"
::Eyes:: Spring Green
::Fur/Scales/Feathers/Skin:: Thick, Slate bluegray, darkest down back in a sort of dorsal stripe, slightly lighter on rest of body, pale on underbelly/chin/underarms/innerlegs/undertail.
::Hair:: Shoulderlength, wavy dark auburn hair.
::Other:: light, thin build. Very spindly, as most eunuchs are. Long limbs.
~~Skills~~
::Magic:: Captivate audiences with music, catch rumors on the wind.
::Physical:: Singing. Male soprano, good projection, amazing range and ability to hold a note.
::Mental:: //
~~Personality~~
::Mental Disorders:: //
::General:: Natti's good enough for the opera, first of all. That's the goal most, if not all, Castrati strive for, to be good enough to play in the operas of Venice and Naples and Germany and London. This is a mirror eighteenth century, after all. Natti, however, has no interest in being in the limelight and getting all the affection the public bestows on opera stars, nor does he care to acknowledge that his skill is worthy of such affection. He's a very humble person, accepting compliments only so as not to be rude. He's also withdrawn and, while he enjoys performing in the small-scale operas put on by the conservatory every season, he doesn't like anything much bigger than that-- too much attention makes him uncomfortable. He's patient and gentle, and has a very comforting air that makes him easy to be around and to talk to, and is particularly good for dealing with the younger students at the conservatory, who are little more than children. It also makes him an excellent teacher, and that's what he enjoys doing-- teaching. He's not harsh, like many others, following in the footsteps of his own teacher, Fang. He's still technically a student, though he's good enough to be professional-- he's a perfectionist, but only about his own skill. He bears no ill will to the fact that he was castrated, even though he was castrated fairly late in life.
~~History~~
::Former Location:: //
::If Relevant:: Born into a relatively well-off family that was, none the less, poor for a patrician's family, he grew up surprisingly humble for his surroundings. He was the fifth son, and therefore his education didn't have as much of an emphasis on being in the government and running a big family and being rich and all that good patrician stuff. He was therefore free to discover the world of music at a young age, and devote all his free time to it henceforth. Eventually, when it became certain that there was no place for him in either politics or the head of a family (something for which he was grateful), he decided to go out and get castrated, to preserve his voice. He then made his way to the great conservatory of Venice, to sign himself up as a student. And everything from that point on is fairly self explanatory. He was a student, he learned. He got good. Eventually he got good enough to go on to the opera, and numerous invitations to do so were extended. He turned them all down, in favor of continuing his own education because, in his mind, his voice and abilities were not yet to their full potential, and also start training other students. He was teaching classes for awhile, but that and his own studentry got overwhelming, so he took on a single apprentice-- Aria-- and teaches him, while learning from his old teacher, Fang.
~~Connections~~
::Mate::
::Family:: Unnamed Mother, Father, and 8 siblings. Honourarily Fang and Aria.
::Bondeds::
::Sponsoring:: Entha Chxalli
::Pets::

Bonds


::Name:: Senesta
::Gender:: Male
::Species:: Dragon Mutt, unknown
::Rank:: //
::Colour:: Blue/Light rainbow

~~Appearance~~
::Size:: 8' tall and 24' long
::Eyes:: Pink
::Fur/Scales/Feathers/Skin:: Light blue, with lighter underbelly and paws and muzzle.
::Build:: Light, compact, small
::Other::

~~Skills~~
::Magic::
::Physical:: verbal speech
::Mental:: invisibility

~~Personality~~
::General:: ((Written by Shiolar @ nexus)) Senesta is quite unusual amongst his siblings, who're largely chaotic, playful and outgoing individuals, for he is quiet, meek and really quite shy, to the point where he will generally try to hide behind something if he feels that anybody's actually looking at him. For fairly obvious reasons, therefore, he rather dislikes his brightly coloured fur. Naturally, he's an introvert, preferring not to be the centre of attention; he'd be inclined to hide behind his bond and let Natti get all the attention, were it not for the fact that the anthro wolf also doesn't want attention. However, as long as nobody actually looks at him, Senesta is quietly polite, and is often a very good listener. He does, however, have a little trouble understanding his bond at times; opera's nice and all, but not worth getting castrated for. Senesta is one of those dragons who wants to have lots of offspring at some point in the future.

~~History~~
::Origins:: Mirus Fluffy Generational Project-- Generation 01D

~~Connections~~
::Mate::
::Pedigree::  

1: Place. Desc.
2: Bonding (by Shiolar)

1: Place Desc.
The Conservatories of eighteenth century italy were once reknown for producing excellent singers, particularly when they were of a particular Castrati brand. A trip to the mindspace mirror of this time serves just as well, and you note the vast difference in the setting as soon as you find yourself at the conservatory gates. They're open, so you walk in, admiring the stone wall that surrounds the circular building and it's grounds, and the ornate carvings on the building's outside. It's not your ordinary Conservatory of Music, but it serves it's purpose well.
You walk down the path, into the conservatory, and ask one of the people lounging in the main area where you can find Natti. You are told that he's probably enjoying his lunch outside, with his new dragon.. creature. So you head out the door, the same way you came, and walk across the grass that sides the main path. Blocked off by one of hte wings extending from the circular building, you see the castrati leaning against a stone wall, some food at his side, and a large-- though small in relative comparison to others of his breed-- dragon at the other. The dragon sees you first, with his pink eyes, and hisses, hiding his head behind natti's tall form.
Natti gives you a glance, a mix of curiousity and exasperation, and shakes his head, stroking the dragon lovingly before turning his head towards you. "Can I help you? And Can we make this quick? You're making Senesta nervous."
His voice is a light soprano, which is immediatly noticable-- and a bit unnerving, even though he is fairly androgenous in appearance. Behind him, his dragon slowly fades from your vision

2: Bonding
For all the variety of sentient life on Mirus, Kathamus was not all that accustomed to anthro animals, and so he'd been rather taken aback to have nine of them arrive from some distant world he'd never heard of. And they all wanted dragons, which was enough to make him ignore their species and lead them through the winding corridors and puddles of fractured time to the Nests. He wanted to get as many of these multi-appendaged monsters out of his Fortress as quickly as possible, and so getting people from a really long way away to bond them was just ideal in his perspective.
"You three, in here. The rest of you wait outside," Kathamus told the group, separating them out in an almost entirely random manner. The autistic Aust, photojournalist Pierre and humble opera singer Natti were chosen by Kathamus simply pointing at them and sending them into the Nest that contained, in this particular moment of time, Shirria and Luera's offspring. There were actually several clutches and litters in there, but all at different points in the Fortress' past and future, and this was exactly why Kathamus was on 'matching dragons to various people from other worlds' duty, simply because he was, currently, the only one who could successfully navigate all these little time fractures.
It didn't mean he was going to put a whole lot of thought into it, because while he was a generally outgoing, friendly individual, he was also pretty bored of this. He'd rather be out there with his own bond Khasrynth, fighting the Elnaesii. But instead he was stuck in the Fortress acting as tour guide. Not that he was bitter. Not him. Not Kathamus. As soon as all this time fracture mess was cleared up, he could give this job back to Rheyanva, who actually enjoyed this kind of thing.
If he'd put a bit of thought into just who he was sending in to see the excitable, chaotic and disaster prone kits of Shirria, he probably wouldn't have sent Aust, Pierre and Natti in there. None of them were particularly well equipped to encounter those kits; Kathamus himself could only barely avoid being trampled, and he was quick on his feet and ready for the stampede of excitable dragon kits who often built up too much momentum to be able to halt their charges easily.
Somehow, the three weren't bowled over, but merely surrounded. Actually, they were mostly surrounded by one incredibly long kit with black fur mottled with dark blue-grey; he had ten legs, six wings and three tails, very much like his father, and while he wasn't going to be the tallest dragon in the universe when he reached adult size, he was certainly going to be amongst the longest! He weaved around the three anthros, soon separating them from each other, and then completely surrounding the one he'd attached himself to. "Truth, justice, freedom!" he declared in a distinctly excited manner, tilting his head to look up at Pierre. Apparently the anthro antelope had a new recruit to help him achieve justice in his home, although Namesten would probably be encouraging Pierre to take more risks rather than less.
During this bonding between Pierre and Namesten, Aust and Natti took the opportunity to get away from the other boisterous kits and make themselves known to the few who had actually taken after their mother. It was easy enough for Natti to find one he got along with, for there were several meek, quiet kits who disliked attention as much as he did. The trouble was, they disliked attention enough that it was rather hard for a bond to actually form, since it required anthro wolf and dragon kit to actually pay attention to each other, to great mutual discomfort. Natti and Senesta, an attractive blue and rainbow kit of relatively normal physical configuration, ended up more gravitating toward each other than actually seeking to bond each other. It was fine as long as Natti didn't actually look at his new bond.
A lot of the kits instinctively avoided Aust, who's autism made her seem strange, and rather frightening, to the young dragons. They weren't accustomed to people who showed so little emotion or spoke so little; most of the kits were so outgoing that it was silent in the Nest only on the rare occasions when they all happened to be sleeping. Or if Adenro was the only one awake. He was the only one who did not seem to fear Aust, although he didn't actually speak to her. He was just as silent as she was, despite being one of the few kits that had two means of communicating. The brown hued kit simply sidled up to Aust and laid his claim without a single word spoken. He'd look after her, he decided. It was the right thing to do.