[Bebop]

An Irith is a dragon-like creature who is quick, agile and clever. They have six eyes, three on each side of their head, big, rounded ears and a long, whip-like tail. They have two toes on their hind feet and two on their front feet as well as a small "thumb" used to grab things with. They are thin - something that comes in handy as they often run through crowded spaces in the dark forest. The female Irith has a small, short mane that goes from the top of their head and down their neck while the males have a long, beautiful mane that runs down their neck from the top of their heads and down to their shoulders. The males also grow larger than the females.

[allinian]

Irith Name:
Gender:
Personality: (Please describe this Irith's personality in one sentence.
Background:
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[m0chicakez]

Irith Name: Wisteria (might change it later .3.)
Gender: Female
Personality: Wisteria is like a flower: Gentle, delicate and full of life.
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Wip~<3

[Bebop]

This will end on September 6th, please have your forms done by then.

[mi ainsel]

Irith Name:
Fujiwara


A Japanese noble clan in power during the Asuka/Nara and Heian periods of Japan's history, widely regarded as the greatest noble clan of classical Japan. Originally the Nakatobi clan, the name Fujiwara was an honourific bestowed upon them as a reward by Emperor Tenji, which evolved into their clan name over time. It has the meaning of 'wisteria fields'.



Her beautiful purple cloud-like markings brought to mind the lavender fields I live near to, and though I disliked the name Lavender as I thought it too floral for this Irith, I couldn't get the image of purple flowers out of my head. My next thought was of the feudal Japanese story a friend of mine is writing, and how she always jokes that I mainly like the old samurai names; Fujiwara being the example I remember most vividly. Since I remembered the definition of 'Fuji' as Wisteria, I figured this would be a perfect name. Regal, dignified and yet floral at the same time.



Gender:
Female



Her colours are far too delicate for me to be able to see her as male. I also see the shorter female mane suiting her more as it would add to the sense of grace her design seems to give out.




Personality:


Mild-mannered and regal in demeanour, Fujiwara's outwards delicacy lends to her inner strength and composure.


Background:


She was named after the colours in her pale pelt, at least that was what she was told. Fujiwara. She couldn't really provide a reliable witness, after all. It was a noble name, and made her carry herself proudly. The season was late spring, and the wisteria flowers, her namesake, that climbed over the nearby dead tree were in full bloom. The weather had been cold that year, and the area still abounded with evidence of the late snow showers.
Pale blue eyes, all six, blinked furiously in the harsh sunlight. It was time to go exploring.

Born towards the end of the winter, a wistful hope of purple flowers and the warm sunshine of spring gave her the name she would grow to like so much. Fujiwara was a curious but quiet youngling, never willing to admit if she needed help on her many adventures. She did not see it as polite to do so, and she was nothing if not well-mannered.

Two Irith dragons weaved between trees as they raced, in hot pursuit of the pale shape that almost seemed to glide along the forest floor. The tree ahead signified victory for said shape, a lavender and white female Irith, and she smiled calmly as she loped past, gently slowing to a stop.
"You put up a good race this time. You're improving so much!" The female said quietly, turning her smile on the other two Irith as they finished. The first of the two blushed, inclining his head in thanks.
"And yet none can beat you, Fujiwara."

She would soon grow into her noble name. The explorer side of her was locked away, never to return. In its place came a calmly confident young Irith, physically weak but the fastest in miles. Her delicate attitudes and grace meant that she barely had to lift a paw before someone came to help. She was the darling of the forest she dwelled in, and yet the attention made her uncomfortable.

The forest was still, and yet the animals seem to know that something watched them from nearby. Familiar blue eyes, aged in a way that only the experience of life could manage, and yet retaining their spark of youth, gazed pensively out into the silent trees. The small pack that had once lived here had long since moved on, forming their own territories elsewhere. She had deferred their offer to join them with her usually gentle smile and polite words. For a time she had wandered, alone but for her thoughts, but she had been drawn back to this place, the childhood memories contained within every cave and by every 'race marker' tree. But memories held no sway over her now. Perhaps it was time to rejoin the old pack.
The buds of pale wisteria flowers crawled across the branches of the old dead tree, guarding the entrance to the den she had been born.

The lonely child and delicate teen had merged and yet had both vanished. She was still curious, still graceful and quiet and polite; everything that had made her so loved. Yet she had gained a sense of regality, a self-confidence and loyality that shone through her every action. Truly, she fitted her noble name. She was Fujiwara.


Extra:
(Art, other writing)






Fujiwara clan crest from google | Graphics from Glitter Graphics | Text headers from fontmeme

[Inupait]

Irith Name: Clodagh (Clo-da) (The river Clody runs through County Tipperary and County Wexford and like most Irish rivers is named for a local female deity. Rivers become places for prayer and Clodagh is a popular name in this part of the country.)
Gender: She is female
Personality: Clodagh is best described as independent, and mysterious, she likes to keep to herself and is a dragon of few words.
Background: Clodagh has a solum past, a few months after she was born her mother mysteriously disappeared, Clodagh would have starved if she hadn't stumbled upon a human village in her desperate search for food. she shamefully scrounged around until she was big and strong enough t take down real prey in the forest. she promised herself she would never return to the village, she hated eating the human food like a domesticated dog. when she returned to the forest she had no knowledge off how to hunt. So she tracked down another one of her Kind and stealthily watched him, she did this for many days until she felt confident she had learnt what she needed. It took her a while to master the technique but eventually she did. she has had little actual contact with other Irish dragons so she isn't very social and likes to keep to herself.
Extra:
A flash of red and white startled Clodagh and she leapt into the shadows behind a stack of cut wood. her body trembled as she peered around the corner. the human was flapping a flat thing, as if it were trying to create wind. Clodagh's nose twitched as an almost acidic scent hit her nose, she swung her head in the direction, another human was stumbling erratically down the darkening streets, in his hand was a brownish bottle of something, he was making unusual human grunts and wheezes. Clodagh hated this place, it was too loud, too open, but her stomach snarled at her and her weakening legs threatened to give way. The sent of something warm and flesh like licked at her nose and her mouth began to water. unconsciously she moved towards it. Through the strange wooden trees that the humans had planted in straight lines and attached together with branches(a fence) she could see a human beast, a dog, it was happily crunching on something that a human was throwing to it. After a few moment the human moved back into its wooden box. Clodagh moved in, when the dog spotted her it barked, but she growled and it skittered away nervously. She began to devour the small pieces of cooked meat the human had left behind, it was good but she missed the fresh meat her mother used to bring back to her, she missed her even more. "Look at me" she growled to herself "Eating the human scraps like a humble dog" she gave the cowering dog a disgraced look. but her shame ran so deep that she snapped her jaws. "I may as well have just climbed into one of their cages and died" she scolded herself. Then made an oath t herself. "Once i am verging on a year i will leave this shameful place and be wild for ever more" it was a promise she would rather die then brake.

[Bebop]

Irith Name:
Fujiwara


A Japanese noble clan in power during the Asuka/Nara and Heian periods of Japan's history, widely regarded as the greatest noble clan of classical Japan. Originally the Nakatobi clan, the name Fujiwara was an honourific bestowed upon them as a reward by Emperor Tenji, which evolved into their clan name over time. It has the meaning of 'wisteria fields'.



Her beautiful purple cloud-like markings brought to mind the lavender fields I live near to, and though I disliked the name Lavender as I thought it too floral for this Irith, I couldn't get the image of purple flowers out of my head. My next thought was of the feudal Japanese story a friend of mine is writing, and how she always jokes that I mainly like the old samurai names; Fujiwara being the example I remember most vividly. Since I remembered the definition of 'Fuji' as Wisteria, I figured this would be a perfect name. Regal, dignified and yet floral at the same time.



Gender:
Female



Her colours are far too delicate for me to be able to see her as male. I also see the shorter female mane suiting her more as it would add to the sense of grace her design seems to give out.




Personality:


Mild-mannered and regal in demeanour, Fujiwara's outwards delicacy lends to her inner strength and composure.


Background:


She was named after the colours in her pale pelt, at least that was what she was told. Fujiwara. She couldn't really provide a reliable witness, after all. It was a noble name, and made her carry herself proudly. The season was late spring, and the wisteria flowers, her namesake, that climbed over the nearby dead tree were in full bloom. The weather had been cold that year, and the area still abounded with evidence of the late snow showers.
Pale blue eyes, all six, blinked furiously in the harsh sunlight. It was time to go exploring.

Born towards the end of the winter, a wistful hope of purple flowers and the warm sunshine of spring gave her the name she would grow to like so much. Fujiwara was a curious but quiet youngling, never willing to admit if she needed help on her many adventures. She did not see it as polite to do so, and she was nothing if not well-mannered.

Two Irith dragons weaved between trees as they raced, in hot pursuit of the pale shape that almost seemed to glide along the forest floor. The tree ahead signified victory for said shape, a lavender and white female Irith, and she smiled calmly as she loped past, gently slowing to a stop.
"You put up a good race this time. You're improving so much!" The female said quietly, turning her smile on the other two Irith as they finished. The first of the two blushed, inclining his head in thanks.
"And yet none can beat you, Fujiwara."

She would soon grow into her noble name. The explorer side of her was locked away, never to return. In its place came a calmly confident young Irith, physically weak but the fastest in miles. Her delicate attitudes and grace meant that she barely had to lift a paw before someone came to help. She was the darling of the forest she dwelled in, and yet the attention made her uncomfortable.

The forest was still, and yet the animals seem to know that something watched them from nearby. Familiar blue eyes, aged in a way that only the experience of life could manage, and yet retaining their spark of youth, gazed pensively out into the silent trees. The small pack that had once lived here had long since moved on, forming their own territories elsewhere. She had deferred their offer to join them with her usually gentle smile and polite words. For a time she had wandered, alone but for her thoughts, but she had been drawn back to this place, the childhood memories contained within every cave and by every 'race marker' tree. But memories held no sway over her now. Perhaps it was time to rejoin the old pack.
The buds of pale wisteria flowers crawled across the branches of the old dead tree, guarding the entrance to the den she had been born.

The lonely child and delicate teen had merged and yet had both vanished. She was still curious, still graceful and quiet and polite; everything that had made her so loved. Yet she had gained a sense of regality, a self-confidence and loyality that shone through her every action. Truly, she fitted her noble name. She was Fujiwara.


Extra:
(Art, other writing)






Fujiwara clan crest from google | Graphics from Glitter Graphics | Text headers from fontmeme

WINNER WINNER.

I will be editing the Irith later tonight

[mi ainsel]

Kyah, thank you so so much for Fuji~ *hugs* She's so beautiful, I promise to take care of her! ^^

[Bebop]

She's all edited now.