Hyro, the Resplendent and Splendiferously Self-Aware Shade
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Some people are born lucky. They’re intelligent, athletic, good looking, and even funny. In this sense, this Shade is your prototypical Lord. In addition, to displaying a wit and curiosity that does his Cheshire name proud, his evaporation skills are par excellence. While he’s not giving any Queens a run for their royal money, he could easily be described as a genius in the arts. Therein end any similarity to your ‘vanilla’ Lords. While on the surface, this Shade looks like your typical charming gentle-Cheshire, beneath the surface is a boiling pot of crazy. Well, maybe that’s not the right way to phrase it. It’s really more of a quirk. You know something harmless like always tapping the door three times when you leave a room, or liking yellow Starbursts. His particular quirk? The belief that he’s a fictional character. See? That’s relatively harmless right? What’s not exactly harmless is his believe that he in fact is the main character. Not you, not that God who lives down the street, but him. He’s fairly cordial about it: after all some people are main characters, some people are the quirky bit role that have a huge fan following on the Internet. That’s just how life is, no need to rub it in people’s faces. His belief that he is the main character—and therefore protected by plot shields—does lead him to engage in risky behavior. After all, as the main character it’s his duty to keep the plot moving, and no matter how dire the situation, he can’t really die, because then the story would end. And who wants that? His luck, fortunately, happens to be exceptional. Need to make that one in a million shot? Hell, bump it up to one in two million and he’ll make it easy as pie. His exceptional luck, might give his bonded a few doubts—maybe he is the fictional character in this great story we call The Weryd. But that would be ridiculous. Right?
Right.
This lord is the largest of his mother’s brood, weighing in at a stately sixteen pounds. Don’t mistake him for a fat cat though. He’s a lean and muscular guy, with a deep barrel chest. Though he’s happy to play at house cat, he’s a born Shafa-hunter mouser, as isn’t afraid to stretch his muscles. Resembling a Terran Turkish Van, this Shade’s body is completely white. The only markings of color on him are on his face and tail. His tail is a dark tan that is ridged with a rich dark orange . The markings on his face are similar in color, and form two triangles over each eye, which meet at the tip in the center of his forehead. His coat is full bodies in the colder months, but sheds heavily during the summer—sorry about those new black pants. During the winter, his fur feather’s out, giving him an even larger appearance. His eyes are a ghostly grey just a few shades shy of being pure white. They’re also uncannily large for his body, giving him a curious wide eyed expression. Don’t let his innocence looks fool you, when he speaks it’s with purpose and full of import—despite being only a cat. He also has a tendency to pepper his speech with long words—whether he’s just showing off or really just likes saying “opalescent” is anyone’s guess.
Some people are born lucky. They’re intelligent, athletic, good looking, and even funny. In this sense, this Shade is your prototypical Lord. In addition, to displaying a wit and curiosity that does his Cheshire name proud, his evaporation skills are par excellence. While he’s not giving any Queens a run for their royal money, he could easily be described as a genius in the arts. Therein end any similarity to your ‘vanilla’ Lords. While on the surface, this Shade looks like your typical charming gentle-Cheshire, beneath the surface is a boiling pot of crazy. Well, maybe that’s not the right way to phrase it. It’s really more of a quirk. You know something harmless like always tapping the door three times when you leave a room, or liking yellow Starbursts. His particular quirk? The belief that he’s a fictional character. See? That’s relatively harmless right? What’s not exactly harmless is his believe that he in fact is the main character. Not you, not that God who lives down the street, but him. He’s fairly cordial about it: after all some people are main characters, some people are the quirky bit role that have a huge fan following on the Internet. That’s just how life is, no need to rub it in people’s faces. His belief that he is the main character—and therefore protected by plot shields—does lead him to engage in risky behavior. After all, as the main character it’s his duty to keep the plot moving, and no matter how dire the situation, he can’t really die, because then the story would end. And who wants that? His luck, fortunately, happens to be exceptional. Need to make that one in a million shot? Hell, bump it up to one in two million and he’ll make it easy as pie. His exceptional luck, might give his bonded a few doubts—maybe he is the fictional character in this great story we call The Weryd. But that would be ridiculous. Right?
Right.
This lord is the largest of his mother’s brood, weighing in at a stately sixteen pounds. Don’t mistake him for a fat cat though. He’s a lean and muscular guy, with a deep barrel chest. Though he’s happy to play at house cat, he’s a born Shafa-hunter mouser, as isn’t afraid to stretch his muscles. Resembling a Terran Turkish Van, this Shade’s body is completely white. The only markings of color on him are on his face and tail. His tail is a dark tan that is ridged with a rich dark orange . The markings on his face are similar in color, and form two triangles over each eye, which meet at the tip in the center of his forehead. His coat is full bodies in the colder months, but sheds heavily during the summer—sorry about those new black pants. During the winter, his fur feather’s out, giving him an even larger appearance. His eyes are a ghostly grey just a few shades shy of being pure white. They’re also uncannily large for his body, giving him a curious wide eyed expression. Don’t let his innocence looks fool you, when he speaks it’s with purpose and full of import—despite being only a cat. He also has a tendency to pepper his speech with long words—whether he’s just showing off or really just likes saying “opalescent” is anyone’s guess.