Ka'ge, Fort Weyr Dragonrider
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| Ka'ge | |
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| Rank | Dragonrider (Onyx Wing) |
| Home | Fort Weyr |
| Dragon | Night's Observant Shadows Bronze Zymadiath |
| Played-By | Colin O'Donoghue |
| Mother | Eligeya(NPC) - Renegade |
| Father | Kaethun(NPC) - Seacrafter/Renegade |
| Siblings | Eliun(NPC) - brother (deceased) |
| Status | private |
| Owner: | Kaelige |
At a Glance
| Age | Height | Build | Hair | Eyes |
|---|---|---|---|---|
| ~47 turns | 6' | toned | black | blue-green |
WYSK
Pronounced "Kah-geh". Originally Kaelige, "Kay-ledge" often called by Kael ("Kale") or Kay
Began as one of Fort Weyr's stablehands of uknown origin, rumored to have arrived in early spring of turn 37 on dragonback, claiming to be 18 turns old.
One would assume the always-hooded, mischievious boy has skills. He must. But they are largely unknown to the public, some more guarded than others.
Bonded to a feline-like dusky, dark brown firelizard named "Chiv," though the creature's rarely seen or spoken of.
Searched for Elaruth x Bijedth's clutch of turn 37 by Lilah and Eliyaveith, but failed to Impress.
Retained the knot to stand for Eliyaveith x Liesanth's clutch and Impressed to bronze Zymadiath. Both were wounded at Impression in confrontation with a second bronze hatchling.
Always claims to be his age +3 turns
Description
A rugged scruff of stubble lines his squared and defined jaw, hinting at the man that this boy is quickly becoming, and making it difficult to age him just by looks. His skin claims a natural tan beneath beneath bruises, scratches and scars, hinting of tones used to warmer climates. Shadowed beneath short, often unkempt black hair are mischievous, piercing green-touched blue eyes. He has a hardness about his lazy stance that doesn't quite fit, one that doesn't quite immediately seem friendly by any means. Standing straight, he reaches about six foot or so of lithe, suspicious stature. Beneath the layers of clothing he wears, he's conditioned well. Limbs, chest, back speak nothing of fat, their contours dramatic and carved. Not particularly brawny, but clearly toned, ready. His physical athleticism is obvious, his direction not so much.
A deeply obsidian flight jacket is of excellent quality, with ridges and stitching of experienced journeyman level but with no particular icons included. It bares a heavier hood, one that could easily cover most of his face- and very often, that's exactly what it does. Beneath, he's dressed in darker colored wher-hide garb with the grey-black dabbling an intentional element. Beneath his jacket, he wears a criss-crossing of hide in the likes of a harness with pockets and grooves. Beyond that, the rest is far more typical-a belt knife lies at his lower back, and a short dagger is strapped to his right thigh.
Looped at his hip instead of his shoulder is a knot- the simpleness of a rider, the colors of Fort Weyr, and a central cord of darkened bronze.
History
It started as simply as intervening ships enroute from Gar to Boll, and later from Ista to Fort. His father, wholly skilled at the sea and its crafts, had a steady hand in the seaborne raids. After the event of the Scudder, he had reached out to the land based raids, joining the renegades and meeting the woman who would become Kael's mother on the evening of being apprehended at a hand-off of supplies by Fort Weyr riders.
Kaelige was born not long after the exiles had made a make-shift home out of their Southern colony. Although a younger brother was born a few years following him, he shortly perished of an illness as an infant, and his mother became too frail to bear further children,. Kael, though perhaps lacking in general social skills, was raised with a non-harper but still strict discipline into the basics of reading and writing, and even heavier in the aspects of survival, hunting, and understanding of beasts and the sea. Fighting was a necessity, but he seemed weaker at direct confrontation. However, another renegade took him under his wing and the pursuit of spying and assassination was intensive and thorough. He could throw an average punch at best, but using subtlety to end a contest quickly, few could match him even at his young age. A prodigy perhaps, or maybe he just had something to prove.
Following his bonding to a dusky brown firelizard he called Chiv as part of a non-public agreement with his scheming father and having no law restricting his movements, he was sent back to the Fort area, puppet strings attached. Early in turn 37, he secured transport to Fort Weyr with Katriona and Yueth, though dismounted some distance away to avoid prying eyes and minds. He arrived to public attention as a vagabond- some sort of parentless trader-traveling looking for residency. With no talents offered to the lower cavern staff who asked in regards to placement but an affinity for being 'outside', he was given the position of stablehand.
Although kept well-shielded from the public eye since arriving at Fort, he continues to be molded by his master's 'acquaintance' - another well experienced in his particular area of expertise. Messages are passed via firelizard to those who hold his puppet strings, but never last long enough to be seen beyond his eye. He appears to the masses to be a hooded enigma with plenty of sarcastic wit to cover what isn't shadowed by his garb. And although he seemed more than reluctant to participate in anything of benefit to the Weyr, it' was notable that he was rather possessive of his rank of candidacy after being Searched by Lilah's Eliyaveith. During his candidacy, he had a hand in organizing and spying for the thefts from the stores meant for relief to the Hold post-landslide, which ultimately failed.
In late turn 37, he Stood for Elaruth and Bijedth's clutch, for which he failed to Impress and was witness to a young green hatchling going Between instead of choosing a lifemate. He retained his knot, Standing for Eliyaveith's first clutch by Liesanth and Impressed to Zymadiath. Another bronze hatchling had approached him first and fell, clawing a large gash in his chest. Zymadiath knocked the other away, who ended up Impressing to Y'tob, a boy Ka'ge had threatened but didn't take the life of, again risking his secrecy. Both boy and dragonet were wounded and fell behind in their weyrling class in the first couple of months.
Weyrlinghood was a struggle, as it is for most. For Ka'ge, it included an escalation of the complicating relationship between him and the now-goldriding Dee who had been the mastermind behind the stores-raids. His lackadaisical attitude and punishments, not the least of which included self-created lies of too-early intimacy with Dee to protect their secret of the stores thefts, became a focus of assistant weyrlingmaster Kh'tyr's whose specialty in troubled students was likely the only reason Ka'ge eventually graduated on time.
Zymadiath and Ka'ge never proved to excel in teamwork, being tapped into Flint by X'vin due to its large amount of free-time and less stress on bonding. While this free-time as meant to be used to visit holds- and surely, that's what Ka'ge did- it wasn't always for wing business for which he went. He went back to the exiles' island, taking his master and some of his closest followers from it, to transplant them all into a small Holding some ways southwest of Fort Weyr itself.
Soon after the rescue of his master, a plague burned its way across the Northern Continent, its focal point in the Fort area. With Dee fallen ill and, despite his vigilance, wanting nothing more to do with his advances, Ka'ge found himself to be immune to the plague by a dangerous Russian-roulette-type of trial and error. And with this continually-tested immunity, used the plague as an opportunity. A valuable, crucial opportunity. As blooded family after blooded family fell, he watched for who would rise. It's unknown what direct touches he had in the heirs that then rose, but it's almost certain that some foul play took place. When the death tolls ended, he slowly returned to a more constant presence at Fort Weyr, with intermittent and publicly known visits to Ruatha Hold in continued conference with a blooded heir who had lost the lordship to now-Lord Ruatha Baliol.
N'rov rose to Weyrleader in this time, his bronze catching Southern-transplanted Mirinda's Zaisavyth, a flight Zymadiath had lost. Following such grand losses of riders and weyrfolk alike, wings began changing. Despite being less than two turns from weyrlinghood graduation and well-known to not be the best at teamwork, the Weyrleader approached him to tap him into his own new wing- Onyx.
« It is not so black and white. »
Then who is right?
« Me. »
Night's Observant Shadows Bronze Zymadiath
He's a darkling bronze, grown into the dreadful weight of his wings, with the wolfish prowl to prove it. Those wings are mottled as smokily as the rest of him, but webbed darker still. Darkness shadows the dragon's muzzle as well, like some long-smoldering mask, but it can't fully hide the eerie gleam of his eyes beneath their heavy brows nor the flare of large nostrils seemingly crafted for scenting prey. The only clearer points about him beyond the old silvery scarring which trails like an amoprhous rune along his belly, are his neckridges, and even they are less pale than steeled sharp-- ticked at their points like spines-- and of course his avid hunter's claws. Zymadiath is 36 feet, 4 inches long with a wingspan of 63 feet, 8 inches, standing 24 feet, 4 inches tall at the shoulder.
Temperament
There will always be a dichotomy to your shadowed bronze, Ka'ge; there is what he presents to the world and then there is what he presents to you. To the world, he is another cocky bronze, at once careless and smug. There are only very few that will ever be able to see the layers that he hides below that mask, as he grows to trust them, though you will always see both sides by the nature of your very bond. Whether you manage to maintain the front he wishes you to - whether you can keep that arrogant, so-sure edge that he would have define you both for the outside world to see - will matter much to him as his early months go by, and your successes and failures have the potential to affect how swiftly or how slowly your bond grows beyond that claiming moment of Impression.
As he grows, your dragon may develop a more bitter edge, especially as the struggle to recover from your injuries and his own puts you further behind. As you catch up with the rest of your class, you will start to notice that those lessons that the weyrlingmasters' teach may bore him, as much as he tries to hide it. Like you, he is more interested in things outside of his purview than within them; he would rather the two of you explore the Weyr and records on your own than to be taught by them, because he is sure that he knows better what you need to know than the weyrlingmasters do for your future and he is determined to learn it all, even if he lacks some of the natural affinity with learning that other weyrlings have. He will rarely openly challenge your teachers, but there may be moments when he subtly /pushes/ against those boundaries, to test what those instructing you know, and whether it is one answer for everyone, or different solutions for different souls. Are they competent? He'll make those judgments soon enough.
There is much that he shares with his sister Taeliyth, and that begins with a drive to protect his brothers and sisters, at first, that may expand to the whole of the Weyr as he grows. Together, he and his golden sister may come to an understanding, sharing information and observations, but even she will never fully grasp all of plans and secrets that lay in Zymadiath's relentlessly churning mind. There are things that he would not have even her see. The others, he may be warrier of, unsure of Caidelyth bright, relentless determination, and more than willing to clash with Uiysath when he feels she is wrong.
It will be a rush of relief for him when Zymadiath is able to take to the skies in flight, able to soar above the Weyr and look down on everything that he protects. He is inclined to spend hours upon hours circling above, though he prefers to do so alone rather than inviting any dragons to fly with him. In the air, he will be agile and swift, able to sense and catch drifts of air and currents that will carry him faster and further. While he is acrobatic in the air, he likely won't prefer 'tricks' for the sake of tricks, reserving those for when they are necessary to obtain a certain goal (or gold, as it were). Showing off in such a manner wastes energy; energy that may be put to better use at another moment, and he will not grow tired of waiting for that moment, sure that there will be the need to act. So sure, in-fact, that, while it does not tire him, his watchfulness may tire /you/.
He may never do well in a wing, despite his quick mind and fierce abilities. Following orders and obeying others is not Zymadiath's strong suit, especially not if he believes the orders that he follows to be wrong. He will not be afraid to offer his thoughts to his 'superiors', though he is also aware that making a fuss and acting in a manner beneath the two of you will get you nowhere, and quite the opposite of the reputation he hopes to build. And for the rest? Well, there is too much ambition in your dark bronze to mirror your own. He would rather lead than follow, confident in his ability to guide a Wing and the Weyr in whatever is needed.
Zymadiath isn't inclined to flirting or attraction, preferring to hold himself reserved from the female population. Only rarely will he likely give in to a green's flight, waiting for his perfect moment and then choosing to chase. You may often find yourself the last to reach the flight weyr, or unable to reach it at all, so late will he leave his choice, and, if he loses, the painful jolt of realisation that he's failed will be much worse than the surprise of his /chasing/. Yet, because of his ambition, he likely won't hold himself back from gold flights, though he doesn't seem to be driven by a desire to prove himself as his sire might be. He already knows his worth, and he knows that he is the one who should catch to produce the best possible dragons for the Weyr (or to lead the Weyr in the case of a senior flight). If he does catch a gold and sires a clutch, he will see to his duty honorably; he is likely to bring her meals as necessary and watch his eggs, but he won't be attached to the dragon herself as much as his children and his self-imposed responsibility.
Despite his ambition and reserve, despite the depths of your dragon's layers, Zymadiath is willing to share his life with yours, if you will allow him. He fiercely believes in your responsibility as a pair to protect and serve your Weyr, regardless of your past. If you believe it with him, you will be his one partner, an equal in what he must do. If you do not, he will love you regardless, even if he has to work against you, in your best interests, Ka'ge.
Public Impression Message
The Forgotten Markings Egg gives away to the touch of the dragonet inside, turning to dust as the cracks expand quickly over the egg. It is a large bronze, who must have been cramped in that egg, that is revealed. He doesn't wait for either his dam or his sire's encouragement, starting with Kaelige as he moves to investigate the Candidates. Unfortunately, he gets too eager as he tries to rise up on his hindquarters to look the young man over; he trips, his claws catching against Kaelige's chest as he does so. It is the Night's Observant Shadows Bronze Hatchling that rushes forward, barreling into his bronze brother's side to push him away from the Candidate. After, he turns back to examine the Candidate himself, choosing him despite the injury.
Private Impression Message
This isn't the feeling of Impression that you would expect as that bronze attempts to peer into your eyes; this feeling is just pain that radiates blindingly from your chest. There's no healing balm to it, but there is the relief of further pressure in a sudden movement of a darker bronze. Then suddenly there is the feeling of darkness shaping itself against your mind and around your heart, melding with you. Those shadows are as part of you as anything now, and you do not need a name for them. They are your Zymadiath, the realization there even before he speaks into your very soul, « We will make them pay, Ka'ge. »
Mindvoice
Darkness, shadows, night. Is it any surprise that these are the things that compromise Zymadiath's mindvoice? They will shape themselves into strange depictions, faint shapes that could be interpreted as symbols if one were trying to read into another's mind by what they see in them. Ever changing, there doesn't seem to be any pattern depending on his mood, though they may break apart and reshape themselves faster if he is agitated and slower when he is calm. The actual 'tone' of his voice is low and gravelly, not exactly pleasant to listen to but holding a power to it.
Picking a Path Egg
Gnarled shadows slither sickly across an egg that might otherwise be beautiful to behold. Where that darkness has taken root, or else dappled it in leafy swatches, the shell's smooth ash-silver has dulled to drab charcoal. Untainted sections are dotted by blossoms of white, but under the dreadful darkness there is only the corrupted promise of magnificence, purity and possibility gone to rot.
The shadows in the Picking a Path Egg continue to shift and grow as cracks spread, linked together by each point of blossomed white. Quickly, however, the egg gives way to rot, falling apart to reveal the first dragonet to break his shell: an auspicious bronze, covered in the same dark shadows as his egg, before he slips away from his shell as if trying to escape before anyone may notice him.
Night's Observant Shadows Bronze Hatchling
He's a darkling bronze, disjointed with youth but with the potential for so much more; despite long legs and a longer tail, he more creeps than truly walks, a low and insectoid scuttle. His wings are longest of all, a dreadful weight to grow into, with webbing that's mottled as smokily as the rest of him but a shade or two darker still. Darkness shadows his muzzle as well, like some long-smoldering mask, but it can't fully hide the gleam of his eyes beneath heavy brows nor the flare of large nostrils seemingly crafted for scenting prey. The only clearer points about him, and even they are less pale than steeled sharp, are his neckridges-- ticked at their points like spines-- and of course his avid hunter's claws.
Name Meaning
Inspired by the ultimate hero-slash-villain, in a way that I thought suited your inspirations and the epic scale of your dragon, Kael, from The Watchmen: 'My name is Ozymandias, king of kings: Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!'
Inspiration
Your dragon is inspired by many vigilante heroes who believe that their way is right, though Batman is the primary example of this. There are morally grey areas, but he will certainly protect those that need him. His description was crafted from exactly what you asked for, done beautifully by N'rov! Who also suggests that if you wish for him to be injured in the hatching as well as Ka'ge, that those scars leads to 'old silvery scarring like an amorphous rune along his belly'. Zymadiath's mindvoice pulls in elements of all nighttime vigilantes, but it especially holds hint of Rorschach with it's reforming, suggestive darkness and Batman with his gravelly, low voice.
Egg Inspiration: The heart-trees in Naomi Novik's new book, Uprooted. The book is steered by luck, chance and fate throughout and the heart-trees are one of the most strikingly described aspects of the book, both lucky and unlucky in of themselves.
PC
- Dahlia Dee - A light in the dark. You don't realize what lengths I would go to for you, should you only ask. 'Complicated' is only whatever's in your head.
- Kh'tyr Mentor - What an asshole. But let's be real honest, I respect him.
- N'rov Clever - I'm not sure what he wants from of me, I'm not sure if I can trust him. What does he really know?
- Lys Little shadow - You act like me, right down to not wanting to give me your name. That means you're trouble. Too bad you aren't in my territory. I guess I'll be visiting yours.
- Olivya Sharp - I'm curious to watch you. You and your little friend from Southern.
NPC
- Y'tob Knows too much - Just stay out of my way.
- Draozu Master - My father, my master, the voice in my head. You speak, I move. Much to Zymadiath's frustration, your word is my command.
- Iashun The Ugly - You kept me keen before and during weyrlinghood, but you're just a nuisance now. Ears and eyes in the Weyr that's unnecessary. Mine are better than yours ever could be. Call me boy one more time.
Deceased
- R'oan Liar - Too bad you can't punch a dead man (again). I've never had someone's death haunt me so.
- Lilah Too Soon - Dead is dead. Though I guess nobody even really knows if you are dead. I don't despair your loss- I can't. But Zymadiath did what I couldn't.
Crudely Crafted and Concealed Brown Firelizard Chiv
A boney little brown firelizard, seemingly lacking in muscular features and certainly no fat to speak of, is inconspicuous in presence though perhaps of generally normal length for his color. Sharpness defines him at every angle, like a tiny knife with wings. From fanged narrow muzzle to curved, hooked back-ridges to dark-silver pointed talons oversized for his dusky paws, the brown is a creature that looks less than inviting to the touch. Heavy dull browns coat him, dusty and dim, powdered darker at the lengths of raptor-long wings and whip-thin tail as if he'd been rolled in a mixture of soot and soil.
Impressed T36, Exile Islands
Long-Distance Draft-Cross Grulla Gelding Bane
Heavy bones collect relatively graceful but sturdy limbs beneath this massive runner, grown 18 hands easily at the withers. And a rather glorious beast this is, a cross of some stocky draft with the titch of fire of a warm-blood of slightly leaner girth, the proportions appear just right for smooth riding over long distances. Not the fastest, not the strongest, his build registers in some middling area. Heavy, large hooves are nigh-fully covered in the length of deep black feathers. Mane is slightly crimped, tail a'brush on the back of hocks, both too as black as night. The rest of the gelding cross claims a grulla coloration, that deep silvery-brown dun hue that's made all the more striking by the dark edges of his form. Broad back is a healthy one, head dramatic in its deep black contours often high-held in curiosity- and lending to a likely less than bomb-proof nature .
Foaled T34
A shared runner, usually housed in Fort Weyr stables
Bane Image
Ka'ge has been in a total of 64 total logs, 5 vignettes, and 0 game updates.
2016.02.10: Too Much Adventure
Who: Ka'ge, Br'and
When: Day 26, Month 13, Turn 39 (Interval 10)
What: Breirande almost misses his ride back to Fort following an agreement, and gets a bit more than he bargained for in his 'final' adventure.
2016.02.08: People and Places
Who: Ka'ge, Br'and
When: Day 17, Month 13, Turn 39 (Interval 10)
What: Breirande is offered a candidate's knot by Ka'ge, he has a request or two of his own to make in exchange.
2016.01.17: Fire Over Ice
Who: Ka'ge
When: Day 7, Month 11, Turn 39 (Interval 10)
What: An attempt at a brief reprieve lends to a long overdue moment.
2016.01.15: Cold-Hearted
Who: Ka'ge, Lys
When: Day 28, Month 10, Turn 39 (Interval 10)
What: Lys and Ka'ge are totally sweet, nice people. Really.
2016.01.09: Educational
Who: Catling, Ka'ge, Kh'tyr
When: Day 11, Month 10, Turn 39 (Interval 10)
What: Kh'tyr catches up with a former student who's no less difficult now but has a shiny new badge knot and then tries, nobly, to keep Ka'ge from scandalizing one of the Weyr's newest, Catling.
2016.01.07: Means to an End
Who: Ka'ge, Lys
When: Day 5, Month 10, Turn 39 (Interval 10)
What: After Ka'ge loses Solith's flight, Lys provides comfort. They each have their own reasons, and they both get what they want (sort of? weirdly?), except not names.
2016.01.07: Lost Before Loss
Who: Ka'ge, Lys
When: Day 5, Month 10, Turn 39 (Interval 10)
What: During Solith's flight, foreign bronzerider, Ka'ge, is lost in the tunnels. Lys plays guide.
2016.01.07: Flirty Fighty Flight
Who: C'ris, K'zin, Ka'ge, Quinlys, Telavi
When: Day 5, Month 10, Turn 39 (Interval 10)
What: Solith's flight is eventful for everyone.
2016.01.06: Flexible Change
Who: N'rov, Ka'ge
When: Day 4, Month 10, Turn 39 (Interval 10)
What: An unlikely bronzerider is recruited into N'rov's new wing.
2016.01.03: A New Way of Being
Who: Dahlia, Ka'ge
When: Day 21, Month 9, Turn 39 (Interval 10)
What: Ka'ge stops by a few days after Zymadiath loses Taeliyth's flight. New and old paths are discussed.
2016.01.02: Taeliyth's Maiden Flight of Whimsy
Who: A'sran, Dahlia, Ka'ge, N'rov
When: Day 17, Month 9, Turn 39 (Interval 10)
What: Taeliyth rises in her maiden flight and is caught by A'sran's Leczuth.
2015.12.29: Still Too Soon
Who: Dahlia, Ka'ge
When: Day 9, Month 9, Turn 39 (Interval 10)
What: Dahlia and Ka'ge talk for the first time since just after the leadership flight. Dee still isn't ready for Kael, his feelings or his truths.
2015.12.05: New Now
Who: Dahlia, Ka'ge
When: Day 27, Month 4, Turn 39 (Interval 10)
What: In the wake of new leadership, Dahlia and Ka'ge make other adjustments.
2015.11.17: Wrong Move Romeo
Who: Dahlia, Ka'ge
When: Day 19, Month 4, Turn 39 (Interval 10)
What: Ka'ge tries to be comforting a few days after R'oan's death. Then things go sideways.
2015.11.15: Disappointments in Delirium
Who: Dahlia, Ka'ge
When: Day 14, Month 4, Turn 39 (Interval 10)
What: Ka'ge briefly visits plagued Dee. She's not especially lucid.
2015.11.14: Distributed Anger
Who: R'oan, Ka'ge
When: Day 9, Month 4, Turn 39 (Interval 10)
What: Ka'ge questions R'oan's intentions
2015.11.13: (No) Reckless Concern
Who: Dahlia, Ka'ge
When: Day 8, Month 4, Turn 39 (Interval 10)
What: Taeliyth tells Zymadiath of Dee's illness while he's away.
2015.11.11: Exhaustion, Anger and Apologies
Who: Dahlia, Ka'ge
When: Day 3, Month 4, Turn 39 (Interval 10)
What: Dahlia is exhausted. Ka'ge invites himself by. There's assumptions, anger and apologies.
2015.11.07: Training Secrets
Who: N'rov, Ka'ge
When: Day 19, Month 3, Turn 39 (Interval 10)
What: Two bronzeriders work out very early morning
2015.11.13: Returned
Who: Ka'ge, Draozu
When: Day 18, Month 3, Turn 39 (Interval 10)
What: An apprentice reclaims his master.
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Body Marks
- Tattoo: Black ink covers most of the right side of his back and shoulder. Chain-like bands curl over his right shoulder and upper forearm, connected to one edge of a three-pointed star/triskele-like symbol. One point curls to the ink-free portion of his back, the third to a ornate dagger, the blade ending at his lower back.
- The largest of his scars is a three-talon-mark wound across his central chest, aquired at the Hatching of Zymadiath from a second bronze hatchling
- Numerous other scars are etched over his body, though most seem concentrated on his arms and torso. The most dramatic of which are old and well-healed, some to the point of fading. However, some are new with the pink-puffiness of sensitive new skin. Many of these seem thin, blade-like. Others, more bold and blunt.
Sound Tracks
- For Your Entertainment - Adam Lambert
- Gonna Go Far Kid - The Offspring
- Angel with a Shotgun - The Cab
- Everybody Loves Me - One Republic
- Demons - Imagine Dragons
- Skulls - Bastille
- On my own - Ashes Remain
Other
- Weyrling Art
- Candidate Nicknames: Hood, Lord Hood, Attitude, Sparkly Dirt
- Personality Type ESTP - "..the likeliest personality type to make a lifestyle of risky behavior"
- Johari
- Nohari
- D&D Alignment - Neutral Evil Human Rogue
