King of Improv Blue Teivoth
| King of Improv Blue Teivoth | |
|---|---|
| Impressee | G'stav |
| Hatching Date: | 20 March, 2010 Day 4, Month 4, Turn 22 |
| Current Age: | 46 turns |
| Egg Name: | Better Take a Drink Egg |
| Size: | 27.4 feet |
| Dam: | Imperial Faberge Garden Gold Iovniath |
| Sire: | Kinetic Knucklebones Bronze Cadejoth |
| Lineage: | Here |
| Clutch: | Clutch:35 |
| Egg Credit: | K'del |
| Dragon Credit: | Z'yi |
| Puppeteer: | Z'yi |
Contents
Better Take A Drink Egg
Gaudy in the extreme, there's rather a lot of lurid, garish purple to be found on the shell of this large-sized egg, accented here and there by a sashaying swirl of molten gold. Were these the only hues, perhaps the overall impact might not be so bad, but splashes of colour, as if flicked onto a canvas by an over-eager artist, extend across the egg's surface, a riotous mess of swirls and patterns. Draped about the narrow tip, long curls of red extend downwards, whilst smears of klah-shaded brown dirty the purple upon the lowest curve, set against the sand. Small, black patterns extend around the egg's circumference, like ghostly writing incomprehensible to all.
Better Take A Drink Egg has seen one too many reasons to stay silent for much longer. A tipsy sloshing must be the very innards of the egg breaking loose. Oh, Weyr, if you thought you were safe before, that's obviously not the case: King of Improv Blue Dragonet is on the loose!
King Of Improv Blue
A spotlight showcases this brilliantly blue dragon, a cobalt cloak of debonair charm draped over a well-built physique. That classic hue colors all his lean lines, hardly changing from tip to tail. His headknobs are blocky and blunt, his face charismatic with only a single shift of color: prussian blue shadowing the tip of his snout, a gentleman's groomed goatee in draconic proportion. Gentleman he is not, however, not with those wickedly sloping neckridges, nor his cocksure tail or rakishly angled wings, their narrow spars edged in powdery pale blue. Broad paws tipped with just as shockingly light talons attempt to ground him, but a jokester's eternal cheer enlivens every movement.
Temperament
Teivoth, Teivoth, Teivoth. There will be days that you'll loathe ever having heard that name... followed by a slap of blue tail upside the head, for your even having thought something like that. Because Teivoth? He just ain't standing for it, man.
Did you think you were the joker of the bunch? We bet you did. Well, that was before Teivoth. Thought you were smooth with the ladies? That was before Teivoth, too. Not to say that G'stav's approach to womenfolk will necessarily change with Teivoth around - but at least now, G'stav will have someone in his head to tell him when he sounds like an idiot. This isn't saying, however, that Teivoth is going to jump to rub it in, not when such a *classic* comedy, G'stav bothering women far above his station, is going down. Especially since Teivoth has a front-row seat!
Teivoth is the master of ceremonies, the game show host to G'stav's contestant. While there is certainly a side of him that naturally guides G'stav to the next point, most of his focus is on the laughs *between* the points, and not the points themselves. He's like a brother. A really annoying older brother... or that best friend you have in high school that has no problems making you look like a complete freaking idiot to make himself look better in front of the ladies. Or hell, just to score - *really* score - a good line. To Teivoth, the best natural high in the world is making people laugh. This doesn't mean he exists to make G'stav laugh. As a matter of fact, he's much more inclined to make people laugh *at* G'stav than to make G'stav laugh, himself! Brotherly love, man. It's tough.
But don't think that getting mad at him will work. If anything, getting mad at Teivoth is just another form of validation -- everything is *funnier* if it's close enough to the mark to make someone mad! This won't only be focused at you, though. He'll have the bizarre urge to put people, things, and dragons in off-the-wall situations just to see how they react. Half the enjoyment of that is to see just how hilarious it is when they flub a line or screw up. He won't be apologetic for laughing, either - he considers it a compliment, really. Expect difficulties with Kynith. While Teivoth will do his damndest to avoid being in situations he can't /himself/ predict, once he's in them he's actually in his element: he'll have a certain flair for improvisation, a trick to knowing the right words to weasel out of otherwise uncomfortable situations.
Having said all that, what *does* bother Teivoth is when somebody... doesn't pay attention. If people want to get his goat, all they have to do is turn their backs and ignore him, leaving him to wonder with increasing fretfulness what's going on. He might even poll others (« Why do *you* think Balyeroth isn't playing along? ») or do focus groups (« Liniath, watch this. I want to try it out on you before Isath's rider. »). Low ratings, man, they aren't to be borne!
See, while laughter and joking are a big part of his personality, there's more to Teivoth than that. Even as he wants to entertain, the flip side is that as he matures, Teivoth may sometimes want society to take him seriously. Because he's an intelligent dragon himself (if with a sense of humor that's closer to juvenile), you may be able to help him develop a knack for understanding how far is too far... out of self-preservation if nothing else! He'll also struggle to understand why some *other* person (human or dragon) cannot trust him to understand his own limits. He's naturally quite gregarious, and just doesn't see why it's at all wrong for him to shoot the breeze with Akuath... at a candlemark past midnight. What does it matter that everyone else is sleeping? He's not *deliberately* trying to be obnoxious, or to keep other people - and dragons - awake. When pulled into the rare bout of serious conversation, he may even prove to be an insightful and well-spoken speaker.
As an adult, his bonds with other dragons will solidify, strengthening into a natural network that he'll rely on just as a regular joe would lean on family. Not all dragons in the weyr will get accepted into Teivoth's MyCircle, though. Oh no. Very specific criteria must be met, humor and intelligence and... maybe the occasional completely humorless dragon, if only to have the opportunity for those perfect straight lines. While he can have a surprising depth of emotion for that 'family' of his, he's also likely to have a reputation for his wisecracks, and no doubt certain dragons of his acquaintance will despair of his company for fear of too-sharp barbs ?EUR"- or just the headache of keeping up with his quick-witted tongue.
While he's very conscious of leadership dragons - a bit of paranoia will always stay, if they try to rein him in too much in weyrlinghood, or if he thinks he's been overly punished -- Teivoth won't have an overwhelming desire for rank himself. Now, G'stav, on the other hand... if Gus gets it into his head that oh, maybe he'd score more tail at the Snowasis if he were sporting a wingsecond knot, you better believe that Teivoth will be Johnny-on-the-spot with a goad to get the bluerider to do what he needs to. While he is G'stav's brother-in-arms, fellow comedian on the stage of life, and occasional rival... well, he still *loves* G'stav, though he may express it in a totally dysfunctional family way. He will be supportive of most any endeavour G'stav works at, truthfully. He does not shy away from hard work, though he may have a silver-tongued sharpness about unpleasant particulars.
He may laugh at you for ridiculous amounts of time over your ridiculous pick up lines (to the point where you may start to become paranoid: *can* dragons piss their pants from laughing too hard?), but when it comes time for his own chasing of beautiful green tail... you better believe that your memory is going to be *ransacked*. He'll toss every single pick up line that you've ever used on a woman at a green, and then some; there is no rhyme or reason, and it could be the cheesiest thing ever said, but he won't think twice of it. He wants what he wants, and what he wants is /that green/. Having said that, he'll have a surprisingly tactical mind for flights and for that matter, flying in general -- though flights especially, as he has no small natural knack for reading body language. Often he'll overshoot the green, and though this notion of overflying may be funny to *you*, his overthinking may cause him to lose the first few dozen flights he ever chases in.
After he finally catches a green, he'll be a cuddly ball of perfect attention, his typical sarcastic humor left in the dust in favor of playing attendant to her needs... well, at least for a candlemark. After the afterglow fades, however, he'll be returning to his scheduled programming, and back to his buddies rather than attending his onetime lover (which isn't to say, if all goes well, he won't try to get her back next season).
Public Impression Message
King of Improv Blue Hatchling is about done with this skit. It was amusing, of course, for the duration. But the show's ending, and he'll not be caught improvising for the credits without a partner! He scrutinizes a nearby arc of girls in white with a regard that's just this side of dubious. Only then he swings about rather suddenly, as if hearing someone calling his name, and he's crossing the sands with purpose, heading for the local joker: a familiar stranger, as it were. At which point the King of Improv declares the dark-headed ex-nanny the *perfect* person for finishing drinking songs with -- and his own.
Private Impression Message
Is it /bright/ enough in here? The thought is instantaneous, and with it a beam of focused intensity, seemingly right at your eyes. A blue-washed backlight casts a softer glow somewhere below the glare of the main. Oops. « Was that too bright? » Apologetic the tone is not, and though unrepentant, the lights dial down as if set on a dimmer switch. « Look. Gust... Gus... G'stav. » You know him to be Teivoth, without having to ask. « While I'm all for you staying here and ogling all the girls' legs, » He saw that? « ... I'd /like/ to eat, at some point. » Beat. « And no jokes about the mess. » With a sudden flash of insight, trepidation looms: the unstated finish is 'leave that to me.' Whatever, oh whatever, have you gotten into?
Mindvoice
The spotlight is a hard place to be... for some. Teivoth doesn't exist outside of it. His own personal paparazzi of flashing lights and broad, even beams of focused white light will be his standard. When truly agitated - or, much more frequently, terribly amused - those lights may pitch into particular hues. Instead of having a distinct pattern set, he has a knack of blending whatever colors work well with his surroundings, though he does have his preferences. For example, those of G'stav himself will tend to be middling blues - an unconscious reflection of Teivoth's own coloration - and pastel, watercolor yellows. As for Teivoth's mental 'voice', it's middling in pitch and somewhat nasal, though usually not unpleasing. Just as with the lights, he subconsciously understands how to wield it with an announcer's finesse; just don't call him on it. Believe it or not, even he can get embarrassed.
Itchyspots
Your Teivoth's 'beard' will forever fret the blue, that and his aristocratically curved headknobs. Don't be surprised if at a certain point, where you're /quite/ sure you've managed to get him all done, that you'll hear a « This would have worked better if G'stav had actually oiled me right. » It's a taunt, of course, designed to avoid the pesky asking-for-help concerns. And hey, it may even work... the first ten times. Afterward, well, that depends on exactly how gullible G'stav really is!
Dragon Inspiration
In a clutch inspired by all things gaming, it only stands to reason that /someone/ has to be the master of ceremonies! But your Teivoth isn't anything so formal. Oh no. He is a game show host. We'll give you a hundred million bonus points if you saw that coming! Speaking of which, Teivoth's primary inspiration is based loosely on Drew Carey. Honorable mentions go to Howie Mandel for allowing us to borrow his physique (and some of his particular, er, disregarding-of-authority traits), and to the rest of the crew of Whose Line for some of Teivoth's more over-the-top theatrics. And his name? Teivoth came from the Greek for joke: 'asteievomai'. Any resemblance to TiVo is purely coincidental. ;)
Egg Inspiration: The PernM* Drinking Game, and specifically, stereotypes of characters and dragons and some truly horrific examples of purple prose.
