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Character: Temeraire
Series: Temeraire
Character Age: Two-and-a-half years; And at his full growth, thank you kindly.
Job: Sex Educator for Extrahuman Youth (S.E.X.Y.)
Canon: It is the turn of the nineteenth century and war rages as Napoleon leads his conquest across Europe. With his sights recently set on England, only her ships and dragons stand in- wait, what? Dragons? Yes, dragons. The Napoleonic Era just became a little more awesome. In this time, dragons may be found across the world as renowned scholars, beloved family members, clever merchants, and as powerful weapons. The titular Temeraire, with his ability to create a sonic blast called the 'divine wind', is among the most prized of the latter. Thus Temeraire and his dear captain, Will Laurence, are sent scrambling across the globe from one country to the next in a tug-of-war between monarchs, duty, and revenge.
Yet despite being such an incredibly valuable dragon, Temeraire tends to resemble nothing more than an overgrown magpie- intelligent, curious, and possessive to a fault. If something catches his interest, something shiny or someone with a new tidbit of information, he'll poke his giant nose after it. Matched with an innocent friendliness, Temeraire's commentary has no taboo topic, as everyone has learned well enough after one too many loud questions about Laurence's sex life. For all his silliness though, Temeraire is a grand dragon and proud of it. He'll boast of his accomplishments, show off his skills, boss around anyone else, and curl up in a sulky knot if someone gets a shinier trinket than him. But in the end, Temeraire is a good dragon- loyal to his captain, brave, and devoted to earning better rights for all of the other dragons too.
note: Temeraire is being taken from Empire of Ivory after the return from Africa, but [before learning of the plan to infect the French dragons]
Sample Post:
Hello; yes, hello to you there. Might you be able to direct me to the Covert Fud? I was certain that this should be the location; I never have been lost before, except for when I could not help it. But I have not found any clearings here at all except for this one and it is very muddy. Oh- oh, I am sorry; pray do not fall to pieces so. It is not as bad as I had thought, if this is indeed the place I was told to go, and it is lovely now that I look; the mud is cooling in this heat, and your cows are very shiny. There; now let us have our introductions and we shall be set along. My name is Temeraire and I am to provide instruction for the eggs, and hatchlings too. But, pray tell, Grarghus: what ought I teach?
Oh, that is all? It is strange to be told to talk of breeding when I-or the midwingmen, they like whores-when we are hushed for it most oftentimes. But I am certain I know the subject very well: no-one has given complaint about my performance, rather it had always been very nice, both of them said. Only you must see- Oh, pray be quiet, it is only a turn of phrase, and you still have the left one besides. Anyways; it all seems rather silly, to be telling hatchlings and eggs how to go about, when they are so small: they mustn't be interested. What they ought to be taught is reading and writing, like how it is done in China. Oh! And of course they ought to learn of their rights and choosing a captain and voting too; surely there will be fifty constituents to be found, and more, I do think, once they have understood why they must vote. But you needn't wave arms at me so: I shall still tell them of breeding for eggs and otherwise, particularly if I am to educate her.
Pray do not play deaf; your ears have not yet fallen away, and I shan't doubt you know who I meant. There was a heavyweight, or a final boss as those here would call her, in the lake. Oh; oh I tell you Marcy was very rude, very rude indeed. I only sought to swim a little from the humidity and the mud and the smell; but I would not have objected so to her, it is flattering to be sought after, and for such a pleasure. Anyhow; it is not all right if only you like it, and I will teach her to be courteous if she desires me to come again. Hmph. It is all a hum with Marcy acting so and the eggs being taught silly things; but I will not play a scrub and refuse what I have agreed to. In the long of it, may it be said at least Laurence will be pleased when he hears of my being S.E.X.Y?
Character: Temeraire
Series: Temeraire
Character Age: Two-and-a-half years; And at his full growth, thank you kindly.
Job: Sex Educator for Extrahuman Youth (S.E.X.Y.)
Canon: It is the turn of the nineteenth century and war rages as Napoleon leads his conquest across Europe. With his sights recently set on England, only her ships and dragons stand in- wait, what? Dragons? Yes, dragons. The Napoleonic Era just became a little more awesome. In this time, dragons may be found across the world as renowned scholars, beloved family members, clever merchants, and as powerful weapons. The titular Temeraire, with his ability to create a sonic blast called the 'divine wind', is among the most prized of the latter. Thus Temeraire and his dear captain, Will Laurence, are sent scrambling across the globe from one country to the next in a tug-of-war between monarchs, duty, and revenge.
Yet despite being such an incredibly valuable dragon, Temeraire tends to resemble nothing more than an overgrown magpie- intelligent, curious, and possessive to a fault. If something catches his interest, something shiny or someone with a new tidbit of information, he'll poke his giant nose after it. Matched with an innocent friendliness, Temeraire's commentary has no taboo topic, as everyone has learned well enough after one too many loud questions about Laurence's sex life. For all his silliness though, Temeraire is a grand dragon and proud of it. He'll boast of his accomplishments, show off his skills, boss around anyone else, and curl up in a sulky knot if someone gets a shinier trinket than him. But in the end, Temeraire is a good dragon- loyal to his captain, brave, and devoted to earning better rights for all of the other dragons too.
note: Temeraire is being taken from Empire of Ivory after the return from Africa, but [before learning of the plan to infect the French dragons]
Sample Post:
Hello; yes, hello to you there. Might you be able to direct me to the Covert Fud? I was certain that this should be the location; I never have been lost before, except for when I could not help it. But I have not found any clearings here at all except for this one and it is very muddy. Oh- oh, I am sorry; pray do not fall to pieces so. It is not as bad as I had thought, if this is indeed the place I was told to go, and it is lovely now that I look; the mud is cooling in this heat, and your cows are very shiny. There; now let us have our introductions and we shall be set along. My name is Temeraire and I am to provide instruction for the eggs, and hatchlings too. But, pray tell, Grarghus: what ought I teach?
Oh, that is all? It is strange to be told to talk of breeding when I-or the midwingmen, they like whores-when we are hushed for it most oftentimes. But I am certain I know the subject very well: no-one has given complaint about my performance, rather it had always been very nice, both of them said. Only you must see- Oh, pray be quiet, it is only a turn of phrase, and you still have the left one besides. Anyways; it all seems rather silly, to be telling hatchlings and eggs how to go about, when they are so small: they mustn't be interested. What they ought to be taught is reading and writing, like how it is done in China. Oh! And of course they ought to learn of their rights and choosing a captain and voting too; surely there will be fifty constituents to be found, and more, I do think, once they have understood why they must vote. But you needn't wave arms at me so: I shall still tell them of breeding for eggs and otherwise, particularly if I am to educate her.
Pray do not play deaf; your ears have not yet fallen away, and I shan't doubt you know who I meant. There was a heavyweight, or a final boss as those here would call her, in the lake. Oh; oh I tell you Marcy was very rude, very rude indeed. I only sought to swim a little from the humidity and the mud and the smell; but I would not have objected so to her, it is flattering to be sought after, and for such a pleasure. Anyhow; it is not all right if only you like it, and I will teach her to be courteous if she desires me to come again. Hmph. It is all a hum with Marcy acting so and the eggs being taught silly things; but I will not play a scrub and refuse what I have agreed to. In the long of it, may it be said at least Laurence will be pleased when he hears of my being S.E.X.Y?