Nu'ra's Valorous Veneer for a Child's Venture Bronze Ckiezeluth

Light in the Closet Egg

Across the smooth surface of the shell is a jumble of colors. Crimson, ebony, silver, gold, jade, and even azure twist around one side in the vague forms of looks to be clothes and pillows hung and thrown around in disarray. Part of a crimson skirt overlaps the glittering form of a lady's gather dress in jade. Flecks of muddy klah colors go down either side of the shell, giving a distiwing-mannct outline of the mess within its borders. Yet despite the eye-sore collision of color, a tiny crack of sky blue glowing near the top draws the eye away, with little flakes of white seeming to blow into this jumble from above. Could this be a doorway to a never before seen place?

Hatching Message

Light in the Closet Egg begins to shake; the coats and dresses aligning the shell begin to quiver, as something from another world begins to erupt. The shining sky seems to grow, the falling flakes seem to whirl and fly, as whatever fantasy place begins to invade reality. Parts of the wardrobe egg begin to crack and distort, as, with a final smash, a bronze bandit from the mysteries beyond is finally revealed! At least… sort of.

Valorous Veneer for a Child's Venture Bronze Dragonet

Mystery shrouds what shadows cannot about the tilted eyes and jagged 'spars of a bronze assuming in posture what he lacks in size. Melted hues that thin and glide over his tiny frame alight in summer amber, deep, but smooth to curl and whimsically dance aloft jagged, tooth-like 'ridges. But all his body does not glow such; dark, hard-edged charcoal drips across face and back, a hero's disguise, fitting for the grand disposition of his stout muscular visage. Each sail of dusky ale fades to winsome darkness, each held about him as an illustrious cape that flows into the twiny length that his tail conforms. Neither pride nor glory is this bronze's fame; his eccentric carriage alludes to a humorous intellect that hides something far, far more dangerous: an idea.

Public Impression Pose

Valorous Veneer for a Child's Venture Bronze Dragonet folds his wings about him, his cape… Already masked, his disguise is complete! Everything is, but no man can be without his pride, no sea can be without its fish, no sun without its moons, and no hero without those to protect. Yes… He must be completed, and so must that who he pick. And, seeing an act of valiance, of a protector, he knows he's met his match, and, with a deft swing of his hips, this bronzen man hurtles almost too fast towards a growing brown haired boy who has made that final call, and pulls gently at that ferret-imprinted robe with his mouth. Yes, yes… You will do. You, Nulerak, will be this hero's hero.

Private Impression Message

There's something there. A soft whistling noise. What's that; a smell? It's ashy, like firestone.. But where? There's none on the Sands! But whatever it is, it's loud, and the pitch is dropping quicker.. and quicker… Before as fast as it started, there's a loud CRACK; billions of glittering baubles of red fire explode everywhere in your mind. « Nu'ra. It is time we met. » The cracking voice tries to maintain depth, but gleeful, eccentric giggles that loop in betray him as a tenor. « I am Ckiezeluth! I am the bread casing on your bubbly pie! The popper of your pimples! The sandal to your foot! The rain upon your crinkly skin! The nail-clipper to your hangnail! The alcohol to your bad day! Your wingman, your sidekick, your soul-mate! » Red and yellow of dynamite proportions flame into every chamber of your mind. « And together, we shall prevail over the large and evil-hearted to protect the small, once and for all! » Everything lilts into the dark mystery of night as his giddy voice sombers. « But for now… I must dine. »

Nu'ra! Nu! You have been an *absolute* joy to have around 'Reaches, then as a candidate, and now, we're absolutely STOKED to have you as a rider! Both you and your cutely innocent, impossible-to-not-love Nulerak have added so much to our Weyr, so, we have absolutely no choice but to lock you up here and keep you so you can't leave! What better way than to give you your very own bronze, and encourage you to keep making 'Reaches an amazingly fun place to play!

Egg Inspiration

My inspiration for this egg comes from a look at my own closet and the fact that one reached Narnia through a closet. The blue and white at the top of the egg are the reference to a door another place, while the jumble of colors and mess comes from my own closet. Right now my pillows are vacuum packed and have various colors, along with my dresses of various colors that hang but are so disorganized they might as well be on the floor
— Tanis

Theme Inspiration

Evey Hammond: [voiceover] Remember, remember, the Fifth of November, the Gunpowder Treason and Plot. I know of no reason why the Gunpowder Treason should ever be forgot… But what of the man? I know his name was Guy Fawkes and I know, in 1605, he attempted to blow up the Houses of Parliament. But who was he really? What was he like? We are told to remember the idea, not the man, because a man can fail. He can be caught, he can be killed and forgotten, but 400 years later, an idea can still change the world. I've witnessed first hand the power of ideas, I've seen people kill in the name of them, and die defending them… but you cannot kiss an idea, cannot touch it, or hold it… ideas do not bleed, they do not feel pain, they do not love… And it is not an idea that I miss, it is a man… A man that made me remember the Fifth of November. A man that I will never forget.
"V for Vendetta"

We had some ideas floating about for Ckiezeluth for a while, but once you said V for Vendetta, there was absolutely no question where we were going to go from there. To tie in to the Hatching Theme — which was 'From the Toy Closet' — the dragonet-name describes his essence; he is the courageously worn cape (and mask) that a child (or Nu'ra!) will put on to instantly become a hero and be whisked off into adventures! (And then we V-fied the name by making everything start with our favorite letter!) But. That's not all what Ckiezeluth is about.

Ckiezeluth is based off the masked hero for the common-people; V, Zorro (from Mask of Zorro), Batman, to name a few. Each have their own quirks, but all with the commonality of fighting the Political Evils for those smaller than they are. V's romanticism and abounding quirks and craziness, Zorro's often clumsy, half-witted nature, with some spice thrown in to make him more goofy and lovable.

He's the law for the law, the romance for those who believe in him, the clumsy attempted show-off, and Nu'ra's accomplice all at once.

Description Inspiration

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And what good is a people's hero if he shows his face? Ckiezeluth's description is based heavily on V, who hid his appearance not only from his foes, but also his friends. The mask itself on his face is more Zorro-esque than V's, but still gets the same point across. He's darkness and mystery, with a touch of the "whimsical" nature that makes V such an eccentric enemy. Ckiezeluth is dangerous in appearance, but the kind of shocking fear that makes people laugh out of surprise.


Name Inspiration

Finding a word in Russian that started with a 'k' sound, still sounded cool, while conveying a meaning we wanted was a bit tough; but, in the end, we came up with something we hope you'll like!

The word "kee - sehl" in Russian means "fool", which is an adequate way to describe Ckiez's often silly nature; the word "peu" in French means "little"; after beating these two words together in innumerable combinations, changing letters around, adding in, taking out, we finally came up with Ckiezeluth!

We pronounce it as 'KEE - zeh - looth', but it's completely up to your interpretation! He's your very own little fool. :)


Nu'ra will experience a slight parallel with S'lo in that both of you, on Hatching day, will hear for the first time — and last time — what your dragon's voices *actually* sound like.

But where Tosiekoth is a mimic, Ckiezeluth is a faker. His true voice is a light, young tenor just into puberty; but from the second he begins to speak about his plans for the future, with the exception of times he's caught off-guard with surprise, Ckiezeluth will attempt to make his voice sound much lower than it actually is, to try and sound impressive, romantic, and heroic. He will sound like someone attempting to sound like V; he'll pull it off rather well, but when he gets really excited or particularly chatty, he'll begin to crack. Unfortunately, he'll never grow out of this, so prepare to endure ridicule from the other bronze's with more manly voices than he.

Aside from his actual voice, there will always be his guise of mystery lurking behind his words. He will sneak into others' minds in complete darkness, with a hint of gunpowder and a strange breeze, until he begins to light candles and illuminate his ideas. His favorite image will be fire, always; but different incarnations for different situations. Sneakiness involves soft, small flames, almost like fireflies, that he'll light over and over until they're swirling in black and heavy crimsons. He might even drag in a soft cackle in the background for intimidation effect. He has to amuse himself somehow!

But in anger, there will be a raging inferno after all that gunpowder explodes, and don't be surprised if, should you encounter some of his fury, that your mind feels like it's suffocating in a room with intense heat — what the poor victim of his fury will be experiencing, for sure. But, never directed at you; with you, on those normal days, it will be the cheery hearth-fire where this vigilante will kick back and, should you listen carefully, might hear a hum of soft music. In particular excitement, though — and maybe even ever-present behind everything he says — there is never-ending fireworks in reds and golds, an explosive symphony for all his ideas and plots, or victories of his that should never be forgot.


V: But on this most auspicious of nights, permit me then, in lieu of the more commonplace sobriquet, to suggest the character of this dramatis persona.
V: Voilˆ! In view, a humble vaudevillian veteran, cast vicariously as both victim and villain by the vicissitudes of Fate. This visage, no mere veneer of vanity, is a vestige of the vox populi, now vacant, vanished. However, this valorous visitation of a by-gone vexation, stands vivified and has vowed to vanquish these venal and virulent vermin van-guarding vice and vouchsafing the violently vicious and voracious violation of volition.
[carves V into poster on wall]
V: The only verdict is vengeance; a vendetta, held as a votive, not in vain, for the value and veracity of such shall one day vindicate the vigilant and the virtuous.
V: Verily, this vichyssoise of verbiage veers most verbose, so let me simply add that it's my very good honor to meet you and you may call me V.
Evey Hammond: Are you like a crazy person?
V: I am quite sure they will say so.
"V for Vendetta"

Ckiezeluth is, from head to tail, a mystery; he'll look bright and luminescent one moment, and then dark and masked the next, just by the shift of light. There's something about him that catches the eye, when he tries to be caught… But when he doesn't want to be, good luck seeing him.

You asked for a small dragon, and he definitely is such; and probably a lot smaller than you expected. Ckiez will never grow to the robust size of probably any of the bronzes he'll ever encounter, but it will never trouble him. He uses his small size to an advantage, to remain unnoticed, and disappear when is needed. Don't be surprised if he's overlooked for being a bronze sometimes; he probably won't mind, anyways.

Evey Hammond: Who are you?
V: Who? Who is but the form following the function of what, and what I am is a man in a mask. Evey Hammond: Oh, I can see that.
V: Of course you can. I'm not questioning your powers of observation, I'm merely remarking on the paradox of asking a masked man who he is.
Evey Hammond: Oh… right.
— "V for Vendetta"

The most interesting part of his physique, as you've probably noticed, is the dark markings on his face, back, and wings: these are the traditional mask and cape that he'll use to disappear in the dark, and certainly gives him a brooding and interesting look—when he does catch the light, those markings will really stick out, enough for people to think them very strange. As well, his neck-ridges are smaller than normal, so there are lots of them; and funny shaped, too. They start up again on his tail, which is exceptionally long and thin — he will often use it to point at things, whack things, twitch around when bored.

Ckiez is not handsome, nor ugly; his coloring is certainly attractive, like warm, red honey, but there's nothing about him that's really magnificent. His amber hue, though, comes very much from his clutch-daddy, Bandeleth—maybe a tad darker, but not by much. Especially with his small size, most golds or greens probably won't be too impressed.

V: [Quoting Viola from Twelfth Night Act I Scene 2] Conceal me what I am, and be my aid For such disguise as haply shall become The form of my intent.
— "V for Vendetta"

The form of his intent is something he'll display quite frequently in the way that he walks—and my, will he walk! From the day off the Sands, he will learn to slink about almost silently for something the size of a dragon, but after a sevenday or so out of the Shell, you'll be able to notice something unusual: he always carries his wings close to him, but with sails out, so they can billow as he treads. His wings are his cape, that dark mass that flows out and behind him. If he gets particularly disgruntled that his wings don't give him the cape-like sound effects he wants, don't be surprised if he fills them in himself. « Swoosh! »

His size will be an advantage to him in the air; he won't necessarily be acrobatic, but he will be -fast-. His stamina, maybe not as much, but once he discovers flight… You better hold onto your hat. He will, in time, discover that diving is something extraordinary, and will make it a point every time you go flying, once you're no longer a junior weyrling, to fly as high as possible, and then see how fast he can drop. It isn't so much for the thrill as for the show; so make sure that you have a very sturdy pair of leathers.

His aerial dips are a good show of his muscular structure; for a small bronze, he's packing. They won't contribute much to his stamina, but there's the odd look on him that he's on steroids. All that muscle is part from his love to walk — he will walk as much as possible — and his strange aerial techniques. This is something that you may need to rein in over time; speed is useful in some cases, but endurance is the key that Ckiezeluth will need to fight to have.

Every hero, though, has his Achilles' heel — Ckiezeluth will have to have every dark smudge on him oiled almost constantly. Not just the one on his face or back, but his wings, any small spot on his legs or tail… It may get annoying sometimes, but, it will sure keep Nu'ra busy!


Where have all the good men gone
And where are all the gods?
Where's the street-wise Hercules
To fight the rising odds?
Isn't there a white knight upon a fiery steed?
Late at night I toss and I turn and I dream of what I need
I need a hero
I'm holding out for at hero 'till the end of the night
He's gotta be strong
And he's gotta be fast
And he's gotta be fresh from the fight
Somewhere after midnight
In my wildest fantasy
Somewhere just beyond my reach
There's someone reaching back for me
Racing on the thunder and rising with the heat
It's gonna take a superman to sweep me off my feet
— "Holding Out For a Hero", Bonnie Tyler —

Your Ckiezeluth , Nu'ra, is the protector of the innocent! He's always looking out for the little guy, the down-trodden, the broken, the teased, the taunted! If he sees someone kicking a puppy, do not be surprised to be called in to bring forth the beat down. And of course, he will always stay at your side, as any trustworthy sidekick, to help back you up incase the situation gets… sticky. Though he may be based off of heros, you will always be the true hero in his eyes!

Batman: "That's one trouble with dual identities, Robin. Dual responsibilities."
The Original Batman

There will always be that dual nature, to care for you, and to care for others. However, when you aren't around and Ckiez is left to his own devices, he'll often take over the place as the ma— err, dragon in charge! Don't be surprised when you can't find him sometimes. Normally, he'll either be in one of two places. The first place, off at the training grounds, regaling stories of his courage and righteousness and trying to teach the next generation of dragons the correct way to act.

The other place? Well, since he always worries about those smaller than him (and even with his smaller bronze size, there are many who are smaller than him!) he will befriend many a green and blue! Even the smaller browns! It doesn't matter the color, really, just the size. He'll stand up for them at every turn, even if they don't need it. (Or, ESPECIALLY if they don't need it.) Because of this, it is likely you'll never see him hanging out with the other bronzes or larger browns in the Weyr — the two other bronzes in your clutch won't get much attention. (Well, of course, unless he catches Kyzhanth being a bully!) Those blues will probably get most of the focus; and as they graduate from Weyrlinghood, all the smaller dragons of the Weyr.

« Have no fear, for I have arrived! Yes, I am here to protect you Tosiekoth! Much like the mighty outside of a shellfish protects the squishy, disgustingly gooey insides! That is me! I am your shell and you are… uh… squishy! »
« I only lost a flight, Ckiezeluth, it's not that big of a deal. »
« NONSENSE! We shall go forth together and smooze the greens! Soon, you will be winning all the flights! Let us go! SWOOSH! »
« … »

He's a talker. Oh yes, he is. That may be one of the many reasons he hangs around Tosiekoth so much. Between the two, they always have a lot to say. But what's worse with Ckiezeluth is that many times he babbles in what he thinks are witty metaphors. Trying to always make some interesting picture go with his words, you will often be left confused and just baffled by the things Ckiezeluth says.

« Wow, look at Szarabhayanath, I'd like to chug-a-lug her mug, y'know what I'm saying? »
» I… I really don't, Ckiez. «
« Yeah you do! C'mon! I wanna whip her up like a snow storm! Twirl her tail in a tenuous knot! Throw caution to the wind and dive into the hot lava of he— »
» That doesn't even make SENSE! «

Sometimes, when your bronze's attitude really leaks over onto you, you might find yourself using bizarre phrases as well. This may come, mainly, right before and during a flight. Lucky for you, the rider whose dragon is going up most likely will be too far gone to even worry about the nonsense you might say!

Ckiezeluth, as you know, has that dark "mask" on his face. Unlike other heros, he can never take it off, much like V, who was so horribly scarred that he simply would not show his face to the world. So there are always two sides of his personality. The side he shows the populace and the side he only lets you see. Deep down, your bronze is a die-hard romantic. He's quite silly on the surface, which others will pick up due to when he speaks and promptly shoves his perverbial foot in his mouth, but he'll still try to show the ever-courageous hero!

With you, it's different. He doesn't have to hide anything; the core of what may seem disgruntled and broken hearted will appear, and you may need to find ways to keep him optimistic. But, like we stated, when you are around, he is no longer the hero, but is quite happy to sit back and become the fanatic sidekick, giving himself a break, and you the spotlight! In Ckiez's eyes, Nu'ra can do no wrong. His word is law and if anyone even tries to say otherwise… well, you'll always have your defender, Nu'ra! Know that!

Dick: "Yes, but…"
Bruce: "Well, we don't want you to be a wallflower, do we? Dancing is an integral part of every young man's education." : — The Original Batman//

Though, while Ckiezeluth does believe you know best, he will always be a font of advice. Especially when it's about females, don't be surprised if Ckiezeluth is right there to offer some; but, he's not the wisest dragon on the block, and may often lead you down some awkward paths. But, no matter how many times he does, he'll never stop offering up his ideas, and because he always sounds so confident, it may be a bit difficult not to trust him. He may come across as very confusing; his advice may seem very strange and will make little sense to you… but he'll rarely explain himself much more than with a toss of his metaphors.

And then there's the times that you'll have to dig him out of trouble. Especially when he gets really chatty, you might have to awkwardly explain his behavior, lest he drive every rider away. Because, if you aren't careful, he might go ahead and let someone know your feelings or secrets before you have a chance to stop him. Really, he's trying to help, since he sees himself the more outgoing of the two of you. He wants you to succeed! He just doesn't understand that his "helping words" are actually, sometimes, exceedingly embarrassing.

« Tye's on her way over. »
» Erm… Why? «
« I saw the way you looked at her during drills. Thought I missed that sparkle in your eye, did you? That gleaming twinkle of admiration and love like the gooey end of a canine's drool? I so did NOT. »
» … That was a tear, Ckiez. «
« Oh. Well. Um. Valedath says they're flying over, now. »

While Ckiezeluth will always have his youthful vigor — and silliness — occasionally you'll find yourself remarkably impressed with something he says. Your bronze sometimes may come across as naive, but he IS intelligent; and, when things get rough, or the need is dire, Ckiezeluth knows when to be serious. His humor is mostly to help ease stress in both you and himself, like V, who uses his intellectual silliness in the most grieve circumstances. But, especially as he ages, more and more will you find that the deep soul of someone hardened by Turns of oppression and fighting, like all masked heroes we know.

This sense of becoming tired and worn down is specifically why Ckiezeluth will always have his own personal sidekick: one thing you and S'lo will notice early on is that Ckiezeluth and Tosiekoth may form this "hero-sidekick" bond. Tosiekoth may take a liking to Ckiezeluth's talk-a-tive nature, and in so will fall under his protective wing, as well as help carry out his plots; even if it means consorting to his rider to help, too.

Tosie's never-ending optimism will always and a knack for bringing a disheartened Ckiezeluth back into his rigorous self! But, whether or not Tosiekoth chooses to see it that way, Ckiezeluth will always be drawn to dragons of a more optimistic nature, so from your clutch, Tosiekoth especially will receive attention.

Should anyone openly upset you, though, there will be Ckiezeluth, plotting your revenge — and while he will sometimes manage cool words towards them to stick up for you, as soon as he's alone he'll begin plotting. Sometimes the acts of revenge are small and meaningless, but often the smallest thing will set off his temper, and he'll try to enact an "explosive" trap on the wrongdoer.

By Grabthar's hammer, by the suns of Warvan, you shall be avenged!
— Dr. Lazarus of Tev'Meck, "Galaxy Quest"

But, in the end, no matter how silly and fiendish Ckiezeluth may be — as it shall endure from the Shell 'til the end — you, Nu'ra, will always have your daring bronze beside you, encouraging you, and no matter how rough things may become, it is you that is the world to him, and he will never be anything less than your eternally closest friend. Together you will grow, but your partnership will always remain the same.

V: I promise you it will be like nothing you have ever seen.
— "V for Vendetta"


If you thought Ckiezeluth was bad at being witty when he wasn't going after a piece of tail, just wait till he jumps up in the air and takes off after a green or gold! Oh, oh the innuendoes! You'll see a completely different side of your bronze, Nu'ra! He'll be a bit more descriptive than most likely needed. He'll try to smooze and win over the flying female with his dashing charisma and… well, hopefully some of those girls will have pity on him!

« Mynwiyath! Look at your beauty, so eloquent, flying there in front of us, with your large rump bumpin' above! Just wait, your beautiness! I'll catch you! I'll catch you and you'll be dazzled — like your rider's sparkling teeth! — with amazement at how dashing I am! »

Oh yes, he does inspire love and all romantic thoughts, doesn't he?

Elena: When I sleep, I will dream of this dashing rogue Zorro. But what face shall I give him?
Alejandro Murrieta: He has been many different men, but he has loved you as all of them.
Elena: How can I refuse such a man? Do you know where I might find him?
Alejandro Murrieta: You know Zorro. He could be anywhere.
— "Mask of Zorro"

To the ladies he is forever trying to portray this image of a dashing man of mystery. Doesn't matter if she's a green or a gold, he'll be courteous and respectful, with just a touch of charm. Or at least what he *thinks* is charm. Again, what he may think is witty to say, really is not.

Don Diego de la Vega: Charm. : — "Mask of Zorro"//

« Aaaah, Veriameth, your hide is glinting as green as that mossy stuff that grows on the bottom of the lake, than comes to the surface, washes ashore and dries. You should be quite proud of how large and gleaming your posterior is! »
« …are you saying my rump is large? »
« Um… Big rumps are totally in now! »

Due to his smaller than normal size, he'll act more like a blue or brown in flights. He's all about speed and lacks with the stamina. He's not the kind of bronze who can win the long, drawn out gold flights. You know, the ones "they" say make the bigger clutches? Well, that's all thrown to the wind in Ckiezeluth's case! He flies fast and he flies quick, and darnit, should he catch, his clutch will still be remarkable! At least in his eyes.

He doesn't need much in the way of blooding. A herdbeast here or there, maybe a wherry, but that's it. The more in his belly, the more it'll hold him down. Perhaps that's another reason for his quickness in flights! Either way, you can expect a rocky rider either way. It'll go by fast, but he'll throw both himself and you into it! Flights will be the one time he just lets it all hang out, more or less! He gives it not only his all, but your all as well! He may have done all the hard work, but you can believe you might be equally exhausted after that flight is over and done with.

He doesn't exactly have a preference over either green or gold, it'll really determine more on the dragon than her color. There might be one female that he fancies and for while, he'll make sure you two are ALWAYS there for her flight, whether he wins or not. And afterwards? He's all about being courteous and sometimes even cuddly. That'll depend on how much Nu'ra gets into the flight as well!

That's your Ckiezeluth! We hope you enjoy playing him as much as we had fun writing him! But, feel free to change or play anything differently as you see fit; this is our perception of your bronzen masked man. He's all yours, and you can do anything with him that you like! We promise, we'll be happy so long as you are. :D


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Egg Desc: Tanis
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Puppeteer: Palia
Inspiration: Palia, Tye

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