Name: Lysander Milfeld, 'Lys' to friends

Bonded At: Star City
Age: 25
Race:Human
Planet: Xidaver
Hair color: Dark
Eye color: Light green
Description: Lysander is fairly tall with gangly, slightly akward limbs. His features, though not feminine, are not really rugged either. His adam's apple is quite promient in his neck. Lys' frame is slender, not heavily muscled nor pudgy. All in all he is pretty anonymous-looking.
Personality: Lysander is a quiet person. He doesn't usually assert himself unless he is entirely sure he is right. When other people get something wrong or don't say the right thing, they shrug it off. Lys however, will replay a situation in his head thinking of everything he could have said or done better. This seems to have come from his childhood, though Lysander was never abused or something that would normally cause low self-confidence.
Lys has changed a bit from that personality after the destruction of his home planet. He lived by himself for a few weeks in the riuns of the city in which he had lived. Depending totally on yourself for everything tends to change your outlook on life. He became much more confident, unfortunately though, with the return of the semblance of civilization, Lys retreated back into himself.
History: Lysander Milfeld was born to an urban family. The only green space he knew of as a child was the local community park. The child got good grades and fit in at school though he made no close friends. Most other children were interested in things Lys didn't know or care about. He wasn't athletic either so that didn't praticurlary help.
So after that less than satisfactory childhood, Lysander entered a technical course and learned to work with computers. He got a job with Aycel Inc. repairing computers and maintaining the complex network. Lys didn't know at that time what Aycel did. The company was very promient, a major commercial prescence in nearly every city of Aveir (the planet's name before the invasion).
The young drifted. He was content with his job and not worried by a lack or relationskips. Life just sorta happened and Lys went with the flow. At least until the flow was interrupted by the arrival of a hostile species or aliens.
That day Lysander had not gone to work. He had had a strange bout of the flu. It seemed to ocme on too quickly, the ache just a little too fierce. lys stayed at home to fight it off and that decision probably saved his life. As he slept in an uneasy state of delirum, Ghavne was desimated.
Waking up the next morning, still hazy from the sleeping pills he'd taken, the man stared in horror at the huge hole gaping in the side of the apartment.
Pets: Intelligent Hover Drone from Star City named Zelda. Female. Setting A.

 

Name: Ferheineth
Bonded To: Lysander Milfeld
Gender: Male
Colour: Blue-marked Black
Breed: Chaos Mutt
Abilities: Fire Magic, Sensitivity to Location and Direction
Size: Large
Height: 22'
Genetic Rating: Not Available
Personality: Ferheineth is nothing if not a charismatic, capable, and above all confident dragon. He might even be considered arrogant, but what dragon wouldn't, who knew where he was at all times, and knew how to guess at what just about everyone around him is thinking? If Lysander is skilled with the technical side of life, Ferheineth is determined to bring out some kind of understanding of the social side. This dragon will put his bond before all else, but if he's required for any kind help back on Xidaver, then so be it.
Cyborware: Ferheineth may redeem one minor cyborware token upon adult-hood.

Hatching :

So busy was she glaring and ruffling her feathers and otherwise looking impressive and intimidating that she nearly missed the hatching of her first child. As it was, she heard the sharp crack of a splitting shell at her feet and looked down just in time to see a wet, furry, dark silver-and-blue hatchling tumble onto the sands. As a number of the audience members were watching the "parents" of the hatching with more interest now, after Aldyss' little outburst, it took the crowd even longer to realize what had happened. Only the candidates, who had been either ignoring or trying to ignore Eshanath's "brooding" routine in favor of keeping their eyes and minds on-track, were really ready.

::Congratulations, it's a boy,:: Aldyss said dramatically after a look of the moist, dark silver furball. ::Bold one, too.::

::Well, come on, I'm a bold one. Why not my cubs, too?:: Eshanath snorted lightly.

This one was bold in more ways than one. Once the hatchling had rolled to his feet and given himself a vigorous shake-off, sending bits of egg-insides everywhere, including onto his mother, he looked over the candidates with his muzzle held high. When he approached them, after a long and impressive-looking moment of survey, he was fairly strutting. Eshanath gave a snort of mixed pride and derisive amusement; the urge to deflate him a little was too strong, and she reached out to hook a foreclaw around his hind leg, sending him sprawling.

::Mo-ther!:: the kit yelped, and she smiled sweetly at him. He hmphed, climbed back to his feet, and continued on his way with his nose in the air. He stopped at the feet of a rather undistinctive looking young man, looking up into his face. ::Quick, Lysander, let's get out of here before she does that again!:: he told him, and cast Eshanath a wary glance over his shoulder. :: I don't like being embarrassed. I'm Ferheineth.::

Next to Shoel and Eshanath, Myokan laughed, a bit of a malicious chuckle at the dragoness embarassing her son. "That's a way to show him," he said, smirking. "Thank the gods all your pups are leaving. I'd hate to bring him back to the Ring of Fire." Shoel elbowed him lightly.

"Hush, I'm sure he's not that bad," she told him.

::I don't know, he's kind of cute,:: Aldyss muttered, for some reason sounding dejected. ::All that fluff.::

-Written by Dracothrope of Star City