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Silver Eastern Rhyshathian Carixaem

Carixaem

About

Carixaem is a boat on a river: he goes with the flow, but he’s going somewhere and he’s got hold of the paddles.

Life’s easy when you find the right current, and, incidentally, when you figure out how to float three minutes after breaking shell and without once having to flap your wings. Carixaem has the kind of easy good cheer of someone who’s entirely figured his life out, which is impressive since he’s right at the beginning of it. (Or unsurprising. He is still a kid, basically.) He’s easygoing and easy to get along with.

He’s pretty unconcerned with the needs of others; not quite in the sense that he’s a jerk, he’ll help a friend move if they ask him to, but he won’t go out of his way to notice when someone might need a hand or an ear. But he doesn’t ask for much, either; maybe he just assumes other people are as self-sufficient as he thinks he is. (Though honestly he can be kind of a freeloader at times, he tends to kind of take other people looking out for him for granted.)

He’s also a big smug that he can trace his lineage back through two Flurry whites.

Wants

An easy life. the last pickle, were you gonna eat that?

Family

Tom G., sponsor, and Sulaanerth, sponsor’s bond

Lyri, friend

Species

Eastern Ryshathian

Colour

Silver

Gender

He/Him

Age

Young

Size

2.0m shoulder (medium-small)

Job

Charming Nuisance

Skills

Psionics

Telepathy, Teleportation, Telekinesis (self only)

Verbal Speech (Hathian spoken language only)

Wingless Self-Flight

Assisted Firebreath

Can breathe fire if a certain mineral is chewed as fuel

Lineage

Sisters

Zemza, rose

Brothers

Carixaem, silver

Blizza

Silver-Purple MoonForest Dragon

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Silver Dreaem

Silver Flurry Ryshathian

Haukeath

White Flurrier

Nevalith

White Flurrier

Selenyan

Silver-Blue Denner

Fevirem

Silver Hathian

Anitraya

Green Hathian

Lanix

Red Hathian

(Excerpt from the Nidus Ryslen Flurry 2021, written by Ty)

After that was another of the more Eastern dragon shaped Hathian-hybrids. Where his sister was definitely pink, this one was more of a cool silver. A little bit blue, which made the silver of his wingsails seem gray in comparison. He did a little flip as he set out to find his person.

[…]

The silver noodle-Hathian danced across the sand. He was in fine spirits, and soon was nose-to-nose with none other than Tom Genson. Neither of the hatchlings from this clutch took very long to figure out wingless flight and were definitely using it to their advantage.

‘Hi!’ he said. ‘My name is Carizaem, and I want to go with you!’