Name: Na'tan
Selamputo
Rank: Half-dragon/Candidate
Gender: Male
Age: 15
Family:
Mother-Ny'avabei Selamputo; Father-Nathaniel Knox
Siblings: Zy'ove Selamputo
Clutch #27 at Star
City
Aunae and Naunaat Selamputo
Clutch 01b at Mirus (Generation
Clutch)
Naidri'gal
Selamputo
Clutch 03d at Nidus Avengaea (Copper Frenzy)
Height: 5'7
Build:
Average
Skin: Deep tan
Hair: Auburn, fluffy, to nape of neck
Eyes:
Green
Appearance: Average height and build for a human, Na'tan is
reasonably attractive, with deeply tanned, coppery skin. His auburn hair is
fluffy and shaggy, and would hang over his face were it not cut so short. His
eyes are bright green. He is completely human in appearance and cannot
shapeshift.
Personality: Shy and extremely nervous around girls, Na'tan has
definetely not inherited his mother's flirtacious nature. He's gentle and sweet,
but not very outgoing and likes to keep to himself. He doesn't talk much and
tends to be nervous around new people, though he can be quite friendly once he's
warmed up to them.
Past: Na'tan is a half-dragon; the son of a shape-shifting
dragon mother and a human father. His mother is rather...amorous, and he
probably has many half-siblings on her side, though he does not know his father
very well. He's spent most of his life following his mother around, though he
prefers to stay at Darkling Dawn when possible. To his mother's dismay, he is
stuck in human form, though he can use a reasonable amount of magic.
Bond:
Red Avengaean Mutt, Rimaerten Selamputo |
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| Na'tan Selamputo was not your average human. In fact,
though most residents of Darkling Dawn were not aware of it, he was actually not
human at all. Or, at least, not completely human.
When Nathaniel Knox
happened to stumble onto Darkling Dawn, he had no idea that dragons existed.
That soon changed, of course, when he met a dragoness in human form, Ny'avabei
Selamputo. Stuff happened, as it often does, and Na'tan Selamputo was born.
Nathaniel was not, however, aware of that, as he had already managed to stumble
back to his home world.
Ny'avabei was less than ecstatic about her half-human
son-as it turned out, he could not shapeshift into a dragon form at all, and was
not particularly talented at magic, either.
Mostly, he got dragged along to
whichever world his mother happened to be visiting, until he was considered old
enough to stay behind on his own at Darkling Dawn, at which point most of his
trips offworld abruptly ended.
Na'tan didn't mind, though. He didn't really
like travel that much, anyway, and was more than happy to spend his days lazing
about the dragonry by himself. He found it a pleasant change from the constant
moving and perpetual hustle and bustle of life with his mother.
He was always
a shy boy, quiet and polite whenever he did speak up, though always nervous in
the presence of strangers. When he grew a little older and began to grow into
the attractive features of his mother's human form, he began to receive rather
more attention than he was accustomed to from members of the opposite
gender.
It soon became apparent, however, that he had most definitely
not inherited his mother's flirtacious nature, as he was
more likely to run, screaming, in the opposite direction, rather than risk
making a complete fool of himself by talking to them.
Thus, he grew
up, and perplexed many of Darkling Dawn's residents, until it came time for him
to stand. And stand he did, at Darkling Dawn's sands, many times, until the mere
sound of a clutchmother bugling in light of Hatching Day made him want to bash
his head against the wall of his room in sheer frustration. He didn't, of
course, as it, like the rest of the dragonry, was made of stone, and thus, it
would have been quite a moronic action, but the urge was there,
nonetheless.
It was at about that point, that Ny'avabei, home for a time from
her latest vacation-turned-mating-flight at someplace-or-other, got the
brilliant idea of sending him off to some other world to bond, and then coming
back. Na'tan, reluctant as ever when it came to traveling, was less than
thrilled with that savory prospect. However, he found he didn't have as much
choice in the matter as he'd always thought. Ny'avabei Selamputo could be quite
insistent when it pleased her to be, and he soon found himself signing himself
up for the first clutch to be laid at Avengaea's Nidus. By the looks of it, it
would be one of his many far-flung relatives', ironically enough.
There were
times he was disapointed that his mother had never bonded another being who may,
perchance, keep her out of such scheming and trouble. This was fast becoming one
of them.
Again, he felt the inexplicable urge to beat his head against a
wall-fortunately, not all of the architecture on this planet was made of stone,
so he was saved some pain and headaches, at least. |
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| It wasn't long until the clutch was ready to hatch, so
by the time the other candidates had been found and the hatching was announced,
Na'tan was ony slightly antsy with anticipation. Well, okay, maybe a bit more
than slightly, but it could have been worse.
Currently, he was hiding in the
shadows, nervous of the large number of attractive female candidates. While most
of the candidates-the humanoid ones, anyway-crowded together in the front
anxiously, Na'tan hung back in the shadows. No doubt this would mean that the
hatchlings would have a harder time finding him, but that particular thought had
not crossed his mind.
From what he could see of the eggs through the crowd of
candidates in front of him, he could tell that the eggs were about to start
hatching. Sure enough, the first egg cracked, and a furry, bright red hatchling
climbed out, still covered in egg fluids. He showed a mix of his parents'
features, with bright red fur, fading to golden yellow at the tips and two pairs
of wings, all but the bottom part of the webbing covered in long fur. His long
ears flopped on either side of his head beneath pearly horn numbs as he stood,
gazing around at his surroundings. Finally, the hatchling made his way to the
candidates. The crowd parted in front of him when they realized this particular
dragon wasn't interested in bonding any of them. At first, Na'tan assumed the
dragonet would go unbonded, until he realized the hatchling was headed for
him.
He blinked several times in confusion and stared at
the hatchling sitting at his feet. Suddenly, he felt very shy again. "Hi." He
said, somewhat ackwardly.
Hey, there. The dragonet answered, fluffing up his fur to make
himself appear more confident. You're Na'tan Selamputo, and you'd be the perfect bond
for me, if you'd like.
"I
would." Na'tan replied with a grin, practically glowing. "Er...what's your
name?"
His new bond laughed as he started off towards the kitchens.
Rimaerten, I'm
told.
Na'tan couldn't help
but grin as he followed his self-assured dragon to the kitchens. His mother was
going to like
him... |
