Race: Gryphon
Gender: Male
Age: 16
Gryphon
Front: Tawny Eagle
Hind: Cheetah
Tail: Vulpine
Ears: Feathered Tufts
Size: Human-sized
Human
Build: Thin
Skin: Golden Tan
Hair: Sandy blond with darker highlights, to shoulders, short ponytail
Eyes: Amber gold
Personality: Happy and cheerful, he is playful and mischeivous. He likes playing jokes on people, and can be very annoying as well. He has an odd sense of humor and does strange things for no reason at all. He is also impulsive and tends to act first, think later.
Abilities: He possesses no magical talents, but is able to shapeshift into a fully human form, or a mixture of his gryphon and human forms at will.
Dragon: Blue Boridith
"Hello." He called to them cheerfully once they were within reach. "My name is Chianxag, I'm here to stand for the clutch." He said, waving to them.
The woman seemed slightly perplexed at his appearance-usually it was the other way around that searches happened-but the man met him gleefully. "Well, good, because Queth's just told me that you'd make an excellent candidate...Chanzag, was it?"
"Chianxag." The boy corrected, fidgeting slightly. He gave no other information about where he came from, but they didn't push. Still, they were kept quite busy with Chianxag's seemingly endless supply of questions about the dragons, the clutch on the sands, the Weir itself, and just about everything else.
What he didn't tell them was that he was a gryphon. They wouldn't find out for a while, either, as he had no compulsions about staying in human form all the time, and it was only when he slipped of the edge of a weir by accident that he panicked and shifted form. The residents were, for obvious reasons, rather shocked when the boy seemed to disappear, to be replaced by a feline-like feature with golden fur and black spots and the head and forelegs of a bird of prey.
Once he had reached the ground and regained his human form, he was suitably chastised for his carelessness, and not much else was made of the incident. Chianxag didn't bring up the subject, and few asked, as he tended to keep to himself. He did his fair share of work with the other candidates and waited impatiently for the clutch to hatch.
I am Boridith, Chianxag, the blue tells you, and I am hungry.
Personality: A prankster and hopeless do-gooder, Boridith is not above breaking the rules to accomplish what he thinks needs to be done.
His joking side isn't sated by the random practical jokes, instead, he's the type who feels the need to put the arrogant back in their place. Public humiliation is his game, and he's darn good at it.
Besides that, he's rather kind and gentlemanly, especially towards the ladies. If he could, he'd be the kind to open doors and light cigarettes, but since dragons obviously can't do those types of things, he simply makes do with being polite and suave.
Boridith is the kind to go out of his way to help the disadvantaged, and has a rather large affinity for the old and/or handicapped. He'll do all he can to assure they get the respect and help they deserve. And he does see being bondless as a handicap, but meets this with more disdain than sympathy. To him, if you go through life without a bond, you only go through half a life.
In Threadfall, Boridith is a good, strong fighter. He'll be able to last all 'Fall. But, the only thing about him is that Boridith often tries to be the hero, and this can get him in trouble with not only the Weirleaders, but the falling Thread around him. Expect a few good injuries in your first few fights, but after that, he'll get a grip on how to handle himself better.
In flights, Boridith is a gentlemanly companion, rather than some ravishing, lusty dog as a lot of dragons tend to be. It's a good sport to him, and he's often interested in the most challenging females. He's not above stealing a dragoness from under her pre-determined mate's nose, even though he's never likely to stick to just one female himself.
Inspiration: Boridith was inspired by Robin Hood.
Size: Hatchling - .5 meters; Adult - 24.6 meters
