Omri'vis | Pearlrider - Black Viathavis | Male

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~ * Character Name * ~
Omri
(pr. ahm-REE)

~ * Nicknames * ~
None really, his name is short enough

~ * Gender * ~
Male

~ * Age * ~
~ 21 Turns
(not knowing the exact date, he chose Turns’ Beginning of 2025 as his nameday)

~ * Ranking Position * ~
Strikeleader

~ * Strike Team * ~
Waves' Song

~ * Residence * ~
The Flotilla
Grace of the Wind (Grace) - Currently at Sea

~ * Origin * ~
Everywhere….The Sea is his Home.

~ * Health * ~
Hale and Hearty!


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Level of Craft
Journeyman Sailor, "Botswain (bos'n)"
  • Jack of All Trades With this item it isn't uncommon for your character to have basic skill in as many as 5 or 10 craft skills. Regardless of what task a character with this ability is presented with they will almost always succeed 75% of the time, while 90% of the time they will have silly little minor mistakes, but not everyone is perfect.
    ----- Wood working - He likes to whittle wood into little figurines, or toys, or trinkets, or whatever his mind comes up with.
    ----- Runnerback riding - while usually bound to the sea, whenever he’s in port he takes the opportunity to take a runner out for a good jaunt from time to time
    ----- Sewing - as cabinboy growing up, he learned how to sew a seam, or patch, or hem to the crew’s clothes, and it’s a useful skill to have when needed.
    ----- Fishing - while a given for working aboard a ship all his life, he’s actually rather talented in all the versatile ways of fishing, netting, spearing, hook and line, tying his own fly hooks, and many more ways.
    ----- Cooking - learning from the ships’ cook, he’s well skilled in preparation and flavor of his dishes, they may not always look like much, but they taste amazing.
    ----- Brewing - after some experimentation with supplies on hand, he learned how to make a pretty good ale to keep the crew happy and he’s been interested in trying new recipes
    ----- Bookkeeping - taught his numbers early on, he’s been in charge of the ships finances and inventory for many turns
    ----- Artist - he also likes to tinker in the Harper craft albeit, the more creative side - learning to play the flute, passes the time sketching whatever he thinks of and writing up his own little short stories to entertain himself.
    ----- Dancing - after learning how to move in a fight, he learned how to use that to move on the dance floor with a young woman as his partner instead
    ----- There are a few more little odds and ends of things he’s good at, and if he ever finds something else that interests him, he usually tries it out long enough to get good at it. Granted, not perfect, he admits his failures while he learns, but practice makes better and despite the mistakes, he never gives up.
  • Brawler A character with this ability is exceptional in hand-to-hand unarmed combat. These people are the few who truly master the art of combat without a weapon. However, their draw is they are not as exceptional with weapons and can sometimes even struggle a little with learning them.
    ----- When you’re stuck in small spaces, working, living, eating, sleeping with the same guys day in and day out, sometimes you get into fights with them. However, Captain Yannik always kept his men controlled, would build a sparring ring on deck when tensions ran high for the men to let off their steam with some disclipine. Omri grew up watching these fights, and couldn’t wait until he was old enough to prove himself, and was taught by many others onboard. The crew all know his tricks by now, but he is always willing to put someone in their place if they underestimate him.
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Bonded Dragonkin
Black Viathavis

Family: He is an orphan, so the ships’ crew is his family.
The closest thing to a Father he’s had is Captain Yannik.
Lover(s): There have been a few...

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Anchor
Bronze Firelizard
(h. 2040)

Lively - Fastidious - Disciplined
* while he can be quite animated and energetic when he wants to be, this flitter can also be very careful and meticulous in his duties, and is always obedient to his master when he calls *

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Marina
Iolite Fancy Flit
Gracious, Observant, Possessive
(h. Spring 2046)
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  • Playby: Bradley James
    Height - 5’ 10”
    Weight - ~160/170 lbs
    Build - Lean and fit
    Hair Color - Blonde
    Eye Color - Blue/Grey

    Omri is a fairly simple young man, he doesn’t sport anything unusual in his appearance and tends to disappear into a crowd when he wants to. He wears durable clothes without caring too much what colors they are, as long as they are comfortable and functional, though that tends to lead to more practical shades of browns or blues. Occasionally those clothes will show their wear with patches or new stitching, until there comes a point that even he realizes the garment needs to be replaced. This is not to say Omri doesn’t own nice clothes, but more often than not he’s working, or off on one of his hobbies, so he doesn’t see the point in dressing up for no reason.

    A mop of blonde hair sits messily atop his head, which seems to lighten and darken with exposure to the sun, so more often than not he’s teased for his ‘golden locks’ as the men call it, especially when he’s gone too long without a cut. His eyes are the color of the seas themselves, a perfect mix of deep blue and stormy grey that embody the thing he loves the most, and he’s always been proud of that fact. Otherwise, he feels like he looks pretty plain, but it’s been mentioned to him before that he has a strong and chiseled jawline, a perhaps little too large but suits him sort of nose, and a set of kissable and soft lips that hardly ever seem to chap against the salty air.

    He is built to crew a ship, a lean and wiry frame that still carries a decent amount of brawn on him as well. Turns of pulling and heaving on ropes, lifting heavy crates, swabbing decks and any other chore required of him, turned him quite the sturdy and capable young man he is today. Though to him, it’s fairly normal to be fit and trim, he’s noticed that the ladies certainly appreciate a svelte form as well, so he doesn’t plan to stop working anytime soon.
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Amiable - Resourceful - Adventurous - Willful - Pensive
  • Amiable - Upon first meeting Omri, you are meeting a genuine person, one who has nothing to hide from you and is open from the start. He is good-natured and honest to a fault, and can’t seem to help himself, that’s just the way he is. Omri is the friendly sort, perhaps a bit too agreeable sometimes, but he knows when to take a step back too. The young man has a kind heart and it’s seen through his gracious actions of giving what he can to those who need it more than he does. He’s lived a hard life before, and knows what it’s like when someone reaches out a hand exactly when you need it most.
  • Resourceful - He’s always been an intelligent lad, from the beginning when he learned to survive on his own on the docks, to when he’d been adopted by Yannik and learning a whole new way of life. Sailing became his love, but Omri never gave up his curiosity for more, to dabble and tinker with other crafts, to pick and choose little bits here and there of the things he liked doing. His hobbies only grew and expanded as he aged, learned more, and had more access to these new tools and trade, and Yannik only encouraged him to experiment with these hobbies. The lad also had a rather creative streak, a vivid imagination and drive to explore, so it was only natural that he leaned toward artistry, such as teaching himself to play the flute, or doodles that turned into drawings, or passing the time whittling little figurines. Though there is a practical side of his tinkering as well, the interest in fishing only added to their food stores, his nimble fingers were good with thread to keep their clothes patched up, or keeping ledgers and inventories for the Captain once he’d learned his numbers. Omri is certainly a talented young man, and doesn’t let that go to waste.
  • Adventurous - The young man is not used to staying in one place for too long, and any chance to take a risk or go where no one has gone before is a challenge accepted. Omri is the daring sort, enough so that the crew have more than once bet on the lad’ life in some sort of foolish stunt. His favorite was leaping from the wherry’s nest into the ocean below, no one thought he’d do it and others thought he’d just hit the deck. More than once, his bold stunts have nearly given Yannik a heart attack, or so he claimed, but Omri wouldn’t do it unless he was sure he could. He might be audacious, but he isn’t stupid.
  • Willful - Much like the other men in the crew, Omri learned to stand up for himself, to put his foot down to get what he needed and that has travelled into the core of his being. He can be down right head strong and stubborn if he wanted to, which usually involves one of his hobbies. Once he starts, he won’t stop until he’s satisfied, a persistence that surpasses all the mistakes he has to make along the way until he gets it right. When he says he’s going to do something, he does it, and after a while feels like he has an image to uphold as well, so he won’t back down.
  • Pensive - Omri isn’t all just charm and bravado though, there’s a thoughtful side of him, the part of him that allows that creativity to shine the brightest. When he’s by himself, he’s quiet and contemplative, he allows his mind to wander and imagination take hold. This is when the deepest thoughts come to light, when the philosophical side of him reaches out and questions everything. Only a few get this solemn, dreamy part of him, usually just friends who are close enough to be privy to those sort of conversations with him will get to see just how serious he can be.
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ok, so i found out, this is a pic of paul walker's body, with bradley's face....but it just works so well!
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  • The first few Turns of his life, he doesn’t remember, how could he? What he does remember though was flashes of a light, dark clouds and a dark seas, screaming and crying, and then nothing. He doesn’t know what happened, he doesn’t know how he arrived in safe harbor, he just knows that somehow he survived, because he’s still here, but he has no idea where his parents are.

    What really happened, was Omri was born to two happy and wonderful parents who were so excited to raise him, to be true to him and give him several brothers and sisters. They took good care of the babe, and lived comfortably in their Hold, but their family lived across the seas and it would be best for them to meet their first born. When he was 2 turns old, they took the journey that would change their lives forever and their vessel was caught in a particularly nasty storm. For a while they were able to ride it out, his mother holding him close as he screamed as loud as the wind and cried into her skirts. However, the storm didn’t abate and pounded harder and harder against the boat, making its’ sole mission to capsize the ship, and in the end that’s exactly what happened.

    Omri was found among the wreckage by sailors who’d come to look for survivors, but the squalling toddler was the only living soul they found and they took him back to port. An older woman took him in, as she cared for many orphans in these parts and gave him the semblance of a home to grow up in, but it wasn’t a very loving and nurturing environment. They’d hadn’t known what to call the lad, so they’d given him a nickname of Jetsam -like the wreckage he was found in- but it was a name that he’d never liked and eventually he started calling himself Omri instead.
  • Ages 2 - 6 He lived a poor life, the life of an urchin boy on the docks of some Hold he never called Home. The lad did what he had to to survive, he ate the scraps of others, he stole just to have a pair of new shoes, he lived off of others and their discarded things to get what he needed. It was not a life. It was just barely scraping by.

    He was never happy, he was always hungry, and life didn’t seem like it was getting any better the older he got. In fact, once he started growing, the older boys took note of him finally and they began to get in his way, they stole from him for themselves and left him with nothing so he’d have to start all over again. He tried to tell the old lady about them, but she just brushed him off, telling him that was the way of things now and he’d best get used to them. He didn’t want to ‘get used to it’, because deep down, he knew he was meant for something better than this.

    When he was old enough, Omri would go down to the docks every day and petition and practically beg for any ship to take him away from here. He promised to be quiet, to do whatever they told him to do, he would scrub and clean, he would do whatever it took if they just took him with them. Each time he was rebuked, he was shoved aside as just a puny thing, what use was he to them? Omri didn’t give up though, he knew that one day, one of these ships would be his ticket out of here, and each day a new vessel came into port, the lad was there to greet them.

    Finally, when he was roughly six turns old, or so he thought, his determination finally paid off. An older man stepped off of what Omri thought was the most beautiful ship he’d ever seen. Already he had his hopes up, the promises of what could be aboard that boat, and he hurried up to the Captain to pledge his services. The man gave him a cursory glance, but then he paused and took a step back to regard the lad. Omri couldn’t have known that this Captain had just recently lost his own son, a boy of roughly his age, and that misfortune had turned into anothers’ blessing. The Captain, Yannik was his name, took pity on Omri and accepted his offer, allowing the young boy to come aboard. It was the happiest day in the lad’s life and he couldn’t help the way he hugged the man’s legs as thanks.
  • Ages 7 - 13 Living aboard the Grace of the Wind, or Grace as everyone else called the ship, was like a paradise he’d never even known existed. Sure, in the beginning he was stuck with all the dirty jobs that no one else wanted to do, but he had a roof over his head and food any time he wanted it, and had a purpose to life now. He was just a cabin boy, an errand boy for the Captain and did whatever the man told him to do, but Omri looked up to him as a hero, a man larger than life that saved him from misery. He would do anything for Yannik and the crew and finally felt that he was where he belonged.

    Many Turns were spent learning the ropes, literally. Sailing was a craft, but for Omri it became a way of life, a passion, and he learned quickly to whatever he was taught and seemed to delight in finding out more and more of this new world of his. They were a trading vessel bringing goods from one port to another, and procuring what was ordered from some clients, or just the regular goods to bring to the other side of the world. They were constantly at sea, never staying long in one port or another before they were off again and Omri was able to see the world.

    Captain Yannik had essentially adopted Omri has his own son, and he wouldn’t allow the lad to live a life uneducated, so many times a sevenday they would sit down after dinner and Yannik taught the lad his letters and numbers. After a while, it was Omri would would read to him, or go over the ledgers with the Captain, and there came a time when Yannik had nothing more to teach him. The lad was always grateful though, and any new thing that he learned, he would pass onto the Captain. This was how they found out about Omri’s little hobbies, when something caught his interest and he started learning more about it, usually self teaching unless it was a skill he could learn from someone else on board.

    During this time, Trade routes are opened between the Northern and Southern continents, one of the Weyrs sending an Expedition to the continent to set a foot hold down there, and then another Turn or two later, the whole Weyr moved. Goods were needed everywhere, and Captain Yannik and the crew weren’t opposed to the long voyages to get to the South, and Omri was just excited to visit a whole new place, to see if the stories he’d heard were true. Admittedly, when they first arrived, he was speechless. All the green! He couldn’t believe his eyes. Grace had stayed in port long enough for the men to get their fill of this new territory, then they loaded up again with a hull full of Southern goods and Yannik couldn’t wait to see the profits when they returned North again.
  • Age 14 While in port for a sevenday, the men thought it was about time the lad became a man, and they took him to one of the local brothels. At first Omri was a little hesitant and shy, trying to tell them he’d rather meet a girl the old-fashioned way, but they guffawed at him and shoved him through the door. Inside was like a dream, a wild fantasy that only his mind could imagine, but it was all so very real and not one but two women seemed to take a fancy to him straight away. The other men had a good chuckle, and gave the lad a handful of marks for the ladies and told him to enjoy, before they found their own companions for a while. For the lad, it was an evening of full of all sorts of emotions and wonders, from embarrassment to bliss, from bashful looks to hungry taunts, and it was truly then that Omri had left the scared young boy he’d been behind.

    After that, he became just One of the Guys from then on, allowed in on the poker games, the drinking, the debauchery they usually got up to whenever in port. And Omri was finally old enough in their eyes to join in the sparring ring, a moment he’d been waiting for as the one thing aboard the ship he hadn’t learned yet - how to fight. He was one of the crew now, and he was loving it.
  • Age 15 Captain Yannik surprised him one morning before they set sail with a gift. He admitted to buying it for himself, but thought better of it and wanted to give it to Omri instead and handed over the clay jar, which when opened revealed a small egg nestled into the sands within. Overjoyed, he nearly dropped the jar, but caught it before the worst happened and then thanked Yannik profusely, for the rest of the day even. He never let that egg out of his sights and kept it close to the cooks’ hearth that morning, making himself useful while he waited, peeling and cutting tubers, or shucking oysters or other shellfish and deboning some of the larger fish they had in stores, anything to keep him occupied, but close to his newest prize.

    After what felt like forever, the egg began to wobble and Omri jumped at the first sight before his senses came back and he hurriedly gathered up some the fish he’d been cutting up and waited by the hearth for the first cracks to appear. The little flitter within pushed mightily against the cracks and nearly threw himself out of the egg and into the hearth when he’d hatched, but Omri was quicker and caught the little guy before any harm came to him. In his hand then was a creeling baby bronze, for that shimmer was unmistakable, even if his hide was a mottled brown in color. When the baby was fed and sleeping, Omri scrambled carefully to show him off to Yannik, and the Captain was quite proud of the lad, asking if he’d thought of a name yet. ”Anchor.” Was the first thing out of his mouth, and the name stuck.
  • Age 16 and 17 News spreads quickly among the sea folk about attacks on ships, trading vessels that move between the North and South and though Yannik had promised the crew another profitable trip to the Southern Seahold, he became wary and they stayed true to the routes they knew the best. While Omri was a little saddened he wouldn’t get to see the green of the South again for a while, he knew it was best to stay safe, for without Grace, they would have no home, no family, and the lad did not want to lose the only place he’d belonged.

    More word on the waters about these monsters taking down a dragon had Captain Yannik on edge and they spent more and more time in the safety of the ports instead of the open waters. None of them seemed to mind too much, but Omri grew bored and stale as they spent a month or more in each port, so he found other ways to occupy himself. He found that the runners weren’t so bad, and he watched others ride them and got a few pointers before trying to for himself. He found there was a certain thrill to be had while on runnerback and it became a new hobby for him to try out each time he found himself in port for too long. Besides, this gave him a way to explore and travel a little further from the Hold to see and experience the lands around them instead of just the sea, though he yearned every minute to be back on the water soon.

    When one spent a month or more in Port now, you got to know some of the locals after a few days and Omri found himself a fancy by the name of Ellayna, and he took to following her around like a lost puppy. She took pity on him, kissed him in ways that left him wanting, and teased him horribly as only a teenage girl could tease a teenage boy. About a week or so before they were to take their leave of the Port, he went to Ellayna and pleaded with her to give him something to remember her by...and indeed she did, in more ways than one. After they’d tangled in the furs, she had gifted him with a necklace, a trinket to some, but a treasure to him, and he vowed to her that when next he was in Port, he’d bring it back to her. He still wore that necklace to this day, hoping to return it to her as promised whenever they made it back.
  • Age 18 Word of New Atricis’ discovery spread like wildfire and even though they were out to sea, they could send Anchor back to any port for news and when he returned with a message of the sea serpents being friendly, there was a huge relief among the crew. They boasted that Yannik had been too cautious, that maybe they could have befriended one of these creatures long before the dragonriders had, because who could be angry with anyone from Grace? Of course, they were also very pleased with their Captain for not putting them in harms’ way, but now that the harm was abated, they were ready to reap the benefits of the Southern goods once more. Alas, they still had trades to deliver, orders to be filled but Yannik promised them that once this route was finished, they would aim their prow Southward with an empty hull to fill with their riches.
  • Age 19 They’d spent a turn emptying their hull, delivering goods across the world to their destinations, but finally they could turn toward the Southern continent and Omri was delighted to see the South again….and couldn’t deny that he was curious about these new creatures. Wondering where they came from, why they’d never seen them before. He’d lived practically his whole life on the open waters, why had they never encountered them before. Why did they make themselves known to dragonriders and not to the seafaring folk who live just as much in the ocean as they do? Omri was full of questions, and he was hoping to find some answers when they reached the Southern Shore.

    Unfortunately, after they’d only been out for about a sevenday or so, Captain Yannik fell ill with fever and cough that took down even a strong man like him. It wasn’t long until others began to feel the effects and the order rang out to return to Port, to seek the help of healers before they could make the journey. Omri was one of the few who didn’t get sick, a fact many blamed on his youth, but what he wouldn’t give to suffer with the rest of his family, and instead of he was taking care of them. By the time they reached the port again, Omri was practically singlehandedly crewing the ship while the others lay infirm in the decks below and the moment they docked, he cried out for Healers.

    They spent two seasons in that port as the crew and their Captain recovered...though unfortunately they hadn’t come out completely unscatched and had to say goodbyes to a few good friends who couldn’t shake the sickness. Thankfully Yannik was not one of them, the Captain was a sturdy man and it was a miracle he’d taken ill to begin with. While the men were recovering, Omri heard word about this Festival for the Pearls, that’s what they were calling those serpents, but the lad would not leave his family behind, not even for a day, not even for the deep curiosity that pulled at him. He stayed by their side, helped Yannik to his feet when he was able to, walked among the other men who began to regain their strength, and worked them as they slowly built up the muscles they’d lost on their sick bed. It was grueling and torturous to see his family brought so low, but he was thankful that most of them survived, even if it meant that he’d missed out on the opportunity of a lifetime to meet one of those Pearls...his family was worth it.

    Shortly after the crew was back to full strength though, Captain Yannik made good on his earlier promise, and Grace of the Wind set sail once more for the Southern lands.
  • Age 20 They knew they weren’t far now, only a few days out from the Southern Shore, but there was a storm waiting for them, a harrowing bank of clouds that threatened their passage and though they’d dealt with Threadfall out at sea, a storm the size of that was a menace to be respected. Yannik called out the orders to batten down the hatches, to used the Thread defenses as extra plating and armor for the ship against the storm and many of the men already knew what to do without being told. Omri worked right alongside them, eyeing the storm as it grew closer, but doing everything he could to protect that which he loved most.

    When the storm hit, it hit hard and it tore into Grace like a rabid dog that just caught a rabbit in it’s jaws. They tied themselves to the ships railings, but even then they lost two as they were thrown overboard and lost to the churning waves below. Omri wanted to dive in after them, but he knew how foolish that would be and he would end up just as lost as they and so he bit back the tears and continued to fight the storm. She took the rigging, she tore the sails, plucked the wherry nest into her grasp, and even managed to splinter the main and secondary mast poles with such harsh winds. The deck of the ship didn’t fare much better as crates and barrels were lost or broken, even the railings broken in some places when a crate battered against them. All in all, they were lucky to be alive, but they were lost and stranded in the lieu of the storm.

    Yannik tried to pull his men together, to rally them and repair what they could, but even he could see there was only so much they could do out here in the middle of nowhere, they needed a port, they needed supplies, but they could barely even tell where they were now that the storm had steered them far off course.

    It was Omri who saw them first, ripples in the water coming toward them, and at first he thought it would be the Shipfish, the dolphins that would show them the way, but the monstrous faces that emerged from the waters were nothing like the smooth grey skin of the shipfish. At first, he was startled and scared, reeling away from the ship’s railing, but then suddenly, he seemed to understand. These were the serpents, the Pearls that everyone had been talking about. They were here, they were real! The lad hollered out loud for everyone to come see, and they soon crowded the railing nearest to the two pearls.

    Through a little trial and error, they were able to communicate, and the pearls told them they were here to help. They had seen the storm and knew that many would be caught by it so they had come to show them safe passage to the Southern Seahold. Yannik explained they had no sails to catch the wind, their masts were damaged and likely to split if they were pulled on, they could not move the boat, that they were at the currents whim and had no way to get into Port. A bit of discussion between the pearls was had, before they agreed to push the ship themselves and the men rejoiced at their saviors.

    Their names were Luavis and Umbrivas, a male and female pair that saved them, and Omri would never forget them. While they pushed the ship the rest of the way, they could still speak with the lad telepathically, and so Omri had spent many hours perched on the railing conversing with the Pearls and finding out what he could about them. They were fascinating, they were beautiful...and one could Impress to them, much like to a dragon? He had to know more, find out everything he could about them, and for once he felt a pull deeper than any interest his hobbies ever held, it was a pull as deep as the ocean, as deep as his love for Grace and her Captain, it was a pull that told him perhaps there was another life waiting for him.

    When they docked in the Southern Seahold, Luavis and Umbrivas bade them farewell, needing to return to their glint, and Omri was saddened to see them go but hoped he’d see them again. He was elated, he was floating as he returned to the deck and nearly slumped into a happy stupor right there against the mast if one of his shipmates hadn’t hollered at him to get out of the way. He was like a boy who’d been love struck, and Yannik could see it from a mile away. The Captain gave the lad leave of the ship for as long as he liked while they were in the South, for they’d be there a while for repairs and restocking, and purchasing the goods to return to the North with. Omri promised that when the ship was ready, he would be too, but Yannik seemed to know better than he did.
This Intoxication Thrills Me,
I Only Pray It Doesn't Kill Me

Safryn ~* *~ Kitiara ~* *~ V'an ~* *~ Ay'li ~* *~ Elysia ~* *~ Kent ~* *~ Isolde ~* *~ Omri'vis ~* *~ Daela
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~ * Name * ~
Viathavis

~ * Color * ~
Black Male, with Blue overtone

~ * Color Code * ~
232323, 0E0E0E, 181D68, 3A6EFF

~ * Age * ~
1 Turn, Spring, 2045

~ * Size * ~
Final length - 72 ft. Giant Class

~ * Health * ~
Growing bigger and bigger every day!

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Legendary Size
A rare occurrence, but it has been seen, Pearls with this ability grow up to be massive in size, outsizing both Blacks and Whites of the regular sizing, even contending with the largest of Gold Dragons in sheer mass. Pearls with this ability are anywhere between 65 and 80 feet in length and are categorized under the “Giant” size class for Pearls.

Sonar Expert
Like a number of marine creatures, Pearls partially navigate the waters through echolocation, enabling them to navigate when it’s too dark to see light or the water it too murky to see through. With this ability, a Pearl’s echolocation is stronger, enabling them to “see” through it better and faster than others.
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Resolute - Stalwart - Courteous - Impulsive - Helpful
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This Intoxication Thrills Me,
I Only Pray It Doesn't Kill Me

Safryn ~* *~ Kitiara ~* *~ V'an ~* *~ Ay'li ~* *~ Elysia ~* *~ Kent ~* *~ Isolde ~* *~ Omri'vis ~* *~ Daela
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Weyrwoman || Wingsecond || Weyrling Asst. || Wingleader || Wingthird || Wingrider || Weyr Guard || Strikeleader || Candidate

If You Want Something You've Never Had,
You Must Be Willing To Do Something You've Never Done.

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