R'co's Playboy Philanthropist Knows How to Dressage Brown Deveriteauxth

Well, R'co, now that Ista's sunk its talons into you (via the avant-garde Deveriteauxth), it's only up from here! This is how we saw your Bohemian brown, and while we think he's pretty spectacular, please remember that he is all yours, in every aspect. Do with him as you will, as long as it means there's lots of fun and enjoyment, and may Ista Weyr be a great new home for you and Deveriteauxth! – Ilae, Kanga, and Lanti


Flame On Egg

Black metal burnishes and locks about the bottom like a vise. Rumpled and crumpled, the shell appears to have multiple layers that build about the midpoint and taper at the top, burning in bright lemon yellows, burnished golds, and crimson tongues that flicker their crackling essence about the outer edges. Cobalt blue dares to peek out from the dead center like an unblinking eye. Keep your eye on the prize.

Flame On Egg shivers, then rocks from side to side before spinning slightly in place. It remains still and silent for the span of a few breaths before a gentle quivering commences, followed by the faintest of cracking sounds as webs of fine fractures begin to collapse those flickering tongues of crimson flames. It crumbles with shallow heaves along the burnished golds for a single second before the egg splits gently along its midpoint, shrouding its occupant in gooey, sharding remains.

Playboy Philanthropist Knows How to Dressage Brown Dragonet

Desert sand peppers broad, rounded shoulders, then cascades down a deep chest of sunlit ecru before it flows past smoke-darkened forequarters. Pooling in a gauzy stretch of flaxen linen, the khaki folds line an underbelly of subtle curves. Stark against that lightest beige, his limbs extend with nimble grace, their supple lines of blended sepia quickly deepening to a dark and dappled sable, but beneath wide paws the shadow shifts, illuminated by whimsical veins of silvery threads that web across hard, curved talons tipped by dusky rose. Rising from his pale midriff, creamy shades of burnt sienna tangle with swirling smudges of raw umber in sweeps of an unknown artist's hand, while deep mahogany masks a face whose blunt-nosed snout ends in a sudden, inky plateau, highlighting large eyes outlined by a dusting of pale fawn. Neckridges march down his limber neck like amber glass that catches the light, refracting toward wings of sorrel that deepen along spars of chestnut. As his lithe tail tapers, the browns fade to shades of freshest parchment only to end in a tawny, blunted fork.

Public Impress Message

Playboy Philanthropist Knows How to Dressage Brown Dragonet does indeed know why he's here, even if it takes a while for him to get around to it. He begins at one end of the line of candidates, almost slinking past them, dripping on some, dropping broken egg shards onto others. At last the brown's steps begin to slow as he passes one blonde, then another… then another. No wait. With careful steps, he reverses along his path until he's nose to nose with two blondes holding hands. Large eyes take in one, widening nostrils the other… but no, he's made his choice, and reaching out a goo-filmed paw, he brushes it against one of the blonde's cheeks, then freezes.

Private Impress Message

There is no gentle introduction here, no serenade with flowers and wine. It is an explosion of sensation in your mind, a sudden plunge into a glacial lake as tendrils of thought explore and reach, never intruding and yet leaving no cell untouched. It subsumes, it infuses, it heightens and enlivens! And suddenly he is just there, as if he always was and always will be. « R'co, » speaks the voice in your head, /his/ voice in your head, a smoky baritone, smooth and quiet, the sounds slurring together in easy cadence. « I am Deveriteauxth. » The voice is subtle and deep, awash in tingling scents, dancing on curls of vaporous greens. Those tendrils suddenly twist, and a tangy taste like salted liquorice hits your tongue. « This is the part where we should sit around and bond, I suppose, » that new voice continues in a rhythmic rush, « but the smell of that meat is driving me crazy. Let us quench this hunger, yes? The rest can wait. »

You requested Bohemian, and we took it and ran. Life and love, beauty and art, freedom and truth… Deveriteauxth is a dreamer and an idealist, but one fully rooted in reality. Who can blame him for wanting to improve on that reality? He knows better than most that within our dreams lies the real truth.

No matter what you say the show is ending our way.
You've gotta stand your ground for freedom, beauty, truth, and love.

– Moulin Rouge


Nature is a temple where living pillars
Let escape sometimes confused words;
Man traverses it through forests of symbols
That observe him with familiar glances.

Like long echoes that intermingle from afar
In a dark and profound unity,
Vast like the night and like the light,
The perfumes, the colors and the sounds respond.

There are perfumes fresh like the skin of infants
Sweet like oboes, green like prairies,
— And others corrupted, rich and triumphant

That have the expanse of infinite things,
Like ambergris, musk, balsam and incense,
Which sing the ecstasies of the mind and senses.


La nature est un temple où de vivants piliers
Laissent parfois sortir de confuses paroles
L'homme y passe à travers des forêts de symboles
Qui l'observent avec des regards familiers.

Comme de longs échos qui de loin se confondent
Dans une ténébreuse et profonde unité,
Vaste comme une nuit et comme la clarté,
Les parfums, les couleurs et les sons se répondent.

Il est des parfums frais comme de chairs d'enfants,
Doux comme les hautbois, verts comme les prairies,
— Et d'autres, corrompus, riches et triomphants,

Ayant l'expansion des choses infinies,
Comme l'ambre, le musc, le benjoin et l'encens,
Qui chantent les transports de l'esprit et des sens.

by Charles Baudelaire (tr. Unknown)

Flame On Egg Inspiration

The olympic torch with its metal framework and flame-y glory!



As I'm sure you've already deduced, R'co, the name Deveriteauxth is one you provided us! It seemed like just the thing, and pairing "R'co" and "Deveriteauxth" (deh-vay-ree-tohth) was, well… just fun! It rolls off the tongue, and with its basis in the French de vérité, "truth", the name really seemed to help reflect what Dev (as we've all been calling him) is all about.


The dragonet name, meanwhile, had an entirely… other inspiration. We wanted to put Avengers in the Olympics! While Deveriteauxth may not be Iron Man (Tony Stark's got that covered), he is a philanthropist of sorts, and with his fleeting memory of past engagements, I'm sure some would see him as something of a playboy, too.

I also just could not resist the temptation to use the play on words with Dressage, one of the handful of equestrian sports (your own self-proclaimed favorites) in the summer Olympic Games. And Tony Stark? Quite the dresser, wouldn't you say?

(As for that first image above… bear with Lanti's A.D.D. mind a moment. See… Iron Man leads to Robert Downey, Jr., who also played Sherlock Holmes, who rode a bouncing little pony in the latest film. Pony to equestrian to… Dressage! … Well, it worked in Lanti's head, anyway, who liked that the landscape depicted could easily be in High Reaches, R'co's homeland, or Ista, his new home.)



Deveriteauxth‘s curves wisp and waver over his form. Far from petite, his bulk may dwarf the smaller browns and other colors when he is full grown. Yet he has a curious grace for one so stocky. The fluidity of movement and ease at which he eventually takes to the air will be surprising, even at an early age. He can navigate the barracks with ease, flowing over the familiar landscape as if paints from a brush, and blending into groups as well.

The curious thing is that, for one who is usually a smooth operator, so to speak, he has a strange quirk of movement. There is no other way to describe it but that he sometimes… hops. It is not something he chooses to do on a conscious level but he embraces the creativeness of a different form of movement, so it's all just as good to him. His rounded haunches and long paws aid in such a movement, and he curls his tail about his backside in a way that it does not drag or dangle. Likely, the hops are a startled response when hit by something beauteous that he just must experience, such as the tiniest flower blooming in the meadows—he /must/ get a closer look, a better smell! Or the way that runner’s hair wafts in the breeze is truly art! (Though good luck getting the runner to stick around for long with a dragon peering at him).

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Deveriteauxth's neckridges are about the only flashy part on him, and my, do they ever flash at times. If you're really good about helping him keep those clean and oiled, they will catch the light like hammered copper, reflect it like polished glass, glow like sun-warmed amber. They may also make things difficult someday, however, as you try to find just the right riding straps. Do you go with natural leather? Maybe something dyed? Don't be too disappointed if the first couple experiments end up clashing just a little bit. It's all part of the experience, right? Just another reason to try something new the next time.

Unlike Xygemth’s expert terrain navigational skills, Deveriteauxth’s are not so efficient. While the small barracks and familiar areas around the Weyr are not difficult, wandering around the wilds of Pern is another story. It isn’t that he has an issue with figuring out how to get from Point A to B, exactly, but all the distractions along the way will certainly increase your travel time. Should you ever visit Lemos, Dev will likely be stopping every few minutes to engage in that hopping behavior. Hopping here and there, slinking around the trees (if his body allows it), watching the birds, the crystalline waters of the stream over there, the way the leaves flutter to the underbrush…. To speed it up, R'co, you may need to keep a firm grip on the mindlink to keep his attention focused so that a half hour lunch outing doesn’t take all day and cause you both to blow off your drills or other important appointments.


His lighter coloration, especially on his belly, tends to be very visible in the pitch black of night, so a pair of ninjas you two will likely NOT be. Deveriteauxth’s overall coloration is definitely different! The darker mask contrasts sharply with the lighter hide of his jaw and neck. The rounded snout, perhaps sometimes twitching like a rabbit's, can gives him a more childlike, wide-eyed, innocent look, no matter what he happens to be doing, and he will be able to manipulate this to his advantage, on occasion. He may sometimes hold his head up high, proudly, never too shy to strike a pose. Much like the girls in the absinthe posters.


His headknobs are muted, slightly smaller and curved back toward his neckridges in a visually pleasing yet unique way. Dark flanks and forearms give him elegant gloves and boots… and might lead someone to believe he has been up to something dirty, but no, it is all natural smudging… except for when he is up to something dirty, like feeling the mud beneath his toes. His shorter tail accentuates those rounded haunches, and when he is holding it close to his body, it gives the slight impression of a curvy ‘badonkadonk’. Head held high to toast the world, and badonkadonk out as he walks across the stage, that’s your Deveriteauxth!


If you want a sexy, smokey, philosophical actor to voice your dragon, the Jean Reno is your man. He has such a unique way of expressing himself, with an accent that is some exotic mixture of French with a dollop of Spanish, at times with just a little dash Italian inflection thrown in. There is just enough rasp to keep it from being too clean, just enough lilt to keep things smooth.


But that's just the voice. The rest is so much more. Deveriteauxth is very much about experiencing life, both in observation and expression. He will have a tendency to take in the scents and sights around him, to consume them, let them marinate and simmer, then exhale them again in a wash of thought, yet more vibrant, brighter, more intense.

His touch on your own mind is like the shockingly crisp sensation of that first sip of absinthe. At times, it might be just a trace, a hint of that clarity that lies beneath. At others, the feeling will be so intense and overpowering that you may need to struggle to bring yourself back to reality in the here and now. It may even take your breath away, quite literally, like that first plunge into an icy lake in the heat of summer. It is not that he is trying to overwhelm you. It's just that there is so much to share, and that, as it engulfs his own imagination and thought, it will be only natural for him to try to share some of that immense experience with you.

Most days, however, your link with Deveriteauxth will not be a struggle. He will be that touch of clarity that keeps the important things in life foremost in your mind. He will be that reminder that what is will not always be, and what is does not dictate what can be. The world is yours, now, to make of what you will. Yours to paint, to sing, to live.

You say you got a real solution.
Well, you know, we'd all love to see the plan.

You ask me for a contribution.
Well, you know, we're doing what we can.

–The Beatles, "Revolution"

Deveriteauxth is a dreamer, and it is reflected in his voice. When he "speaks" it is most often with that soft, poetic lilt, though he certainly has the capacity to make himself heard, and no emotion is forbidden; he's here to experience them all. His thoughts, shared or not, are not without purpose. They can be simple or complex, highlighted in a myriad of green filaments, wafted on the most delicate clouds of purest white, or held within a web of both, the better to see from every angle, to explore and better learn.

At times his voice might be so soft that it is no stronger than the hint of a feather drawn across your own mind. A whisper in the background, or an echo of something already past. At others, he may use that mindlink to wrap his mind around yours, never constraining, only sharing, warming, cooling, turning your thoughts around until you're both in sync with one another.

Life is very short and there's no time for fussing and fighting, my friend.
I have always thought that it's a crime, so I will ask you once again…

Try to see it my way, only time will tell if I am right or I am wrong.
While you see it your way, there's a chance that we might fall apart before too long.
We can work it out!
We can work it out!

–The Beatles, "We Can Work It Out"


R'co, it may come to surprise you, but all of those ideas you may have about what it means to be a brownrider… well, Deveriteauxth will prove them irrelevant. Your Deveriteauxth doesn’t care in the least about what color he is—in his eyes, all colors are equal. You can try and push him into caring, but this aspect of your Deveriteauxth, this color-equality, is a trait that will last throughout your lives together.

As Deveriteauxth grows, you’ll come to realize that he very much enjoys each moment as it is. If he’s wooing a green? That’s where his attention, his enjoyment is at. If he’s eating? He may give you a rundown of how delicious the herdbeast is, so you can share in his enjoyment as well. This isn’t to say, R'co, that Deveriteauxth will ever ignore you, but if he’s in the middle of something, you might have to work to get his attention. Above all else, Deveriteauxth will enjoy the times when the two of you are simply… together.

It may come as a surprise to you, R'co that your brown has the tendency to talk. A lot. To anyone and everyone who has time to listen—and even sometimes, people who don’t have the time to listen! Deveriteauxth has very little filter between brain and mouth, so much in the moment is he. This may come to get you both into a bit of trouble, especially if he mouths off to Weyrlingmaster Lanti or one of her AWLMs! Before you get to know him well, this could happen a lot. Eventually, you’ll likely be able to stop him before it gets too far—or at least give him a safer outlet for his compositions—but don’t hold your breath. Even as an adult, Deveriteauxth will have a tendency to say what he wants, when he wants, to whomever he wants, regardless of whether or not he’ll offend someone. Sometimes he’ll come off as simply funny, but other times you’ll just have to deal with the consequences!

There will come a day when Deveriteauxth asks you to take him to see those paintings at Harper Hall. Or listen to the Harpers or the Wherz band play. Or go to that Gather, or that wedding or handfasting, just so he can listen to the music and admire the craftsmanship of the dress, the cake, the art. You’ll soon come to see that your Deveriteauxth has a fascination for all things artsy and musical, and the day may come when he encourages you to pursue painting, or learning how to play an instrument, or even writing poetry. He might even want to give it a try himself!

While Deveriteauxth has a fascination for artistic pursuits, you’ll come to see he likewise has a unique talent of his own. Whether it be about the day, about a dragonflight, your lifemate will want to tell you about it, and as creatively as possible. It might not hit you until later, but once someone asks you to tell your brown to stop telling their lifemate about the day, you’ll know.


Deveriteauxth is far from traditional when it comes to flights; he prefers to be quite avant-garde about it. Instead of hovering and crowding at the pens with the lovely lady beforehand, he prefers to skulk in a dark shadow on a ledge near the pens to do a bit of reconnaissance work first. Like the mysterious stranger in the shadows of the bar who does not act or speak until he feels the time is right, Deveriteauxth writes up his script and his poetry beforehand, unleashing it upon the lady of the hour just as she is about to take flight.

This may or may not work well to his advantage; on the one hand, the element of surprise to the suitors and the rising female can make him stand out, and on the other hand, if he hasn’t eaten in a while, he may find his energy flagging, putting him at a disadvantage, maybe even causing some clumsiness or accidents during the flight. You may need to help focus him beforehand so he's able to prepare for the reality of a flight and not just the idea of it.

Once he’s up and away, he'll have a tendency to be one of the chattiest dragons out there. He may even bring a gift for the lady and try to bring attention to it. Probably a piece of shrubbery or fabric or something he finds visually pleasing, unless he knows the female well enough to take her preferences into account. He may be so inspired to write a passionate ode to the female that he forgets to turn, or lags behind the group (not that he will have trouble catching up quickly).

Something in the way she moves attracts me like no other lover.
Something in the way she woos me…
I don't want to leave her now.
You know I believe and how…

–The Beatles, "Something"

As for those females, it won't matter much to Deveriteauxth whether it's that lovely green fairy-like lady from two weyrs down, or gilded gold who towers over even him. Differentiating between colors is just too constraining, it is all about what lies within, the passion and essence of the lady to be chased rather than her outward appearance.


As for successful flights, it may take a whole lot of practice first. For one, he changes his tactics nearly every single flight. The creative drive and the desire to not be boring or predictable will veer his path one way or the other rather than finding the one solution or method that tends to work and sticking with it. Such is the experience of living with an artist.

Regardless of the outcome of the flight, he will dwell on it and linger over the female in question at least for a little while, for as long as his rather short memory (even for a dragon) will allow. Gifts at her ledge, crooning or bugling at odd hours of the night, mental tapestries painted along the mindlink just for her? Get used to it. Don’t be surprised if you start to accumulate some flotsam and jetsam on your ledge from other weyr residents who are trying to sleep but can’t due to all the noise. Will that stop him? Probably not, you may have to have a talk with him for your own (and others') sanity.

Your dragon is about life, experience, love, and truth. He wants most of all to know what it's all about, really, truly about. He can only do that with you, R'co, and maybe, just maybe, he can help you find that, too. Mr. Fix It? Not likely. Mr. Live It? Absolutely.

Egg desc: Kanga
Dragonet desc: Lanti
Messages: Lanti
Name: R'co
Puppeted by: Lanti
Inspiration: Ilae, Kanga, Lanti

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