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Cathair Utopian


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His name was Pyunzhetri. Others simply called him Py.

Gender/Age: Male, nineteen winters

Location: The forest Blackness

Relatives: Parents alive; Py is an only child

Physical description: 6'3", a fairly average height. Red-tan skin, rich, slightly wavy black hair that falls to his shoulders, and partially braided, with feathers and beads attached to the ends. He has very dark brown eyes which are usually very cold and foreboding. He has a handsome, sharp face, with small lips, arched eyebrows, and medium-large eyes, a little bit of stubble scattered across his cheeks and clefted chin. His nose is medium-large, with slightly large nostrils, and very straight and angular, but not quite pointy. His voice is pleasant and low, a baritone; he is quite a good singer(and he enjoys whistling/humming, too). He values his appearance, especially his clothing.

Emotional/Mental description: Py is quite fond of animals, and he has a little bit of an empathy for their feelings, in close range. He isn't much of a healer, though. Animals are the only people, besides his parents, that Py is polite to. Py is extremely selfish and arrogant, and has quite an ego. Some people describe him as stubborn, hardheaded, and sardonical. He is sarcastic and rude and very hard to get close to. Py isn't very literate or skilled with numbers, but he has a biting wit. The song "I am a rock" by Simon&Garfunkel best describes Py.
Py isn't afraid of much, but he has a deathly fear of tabriz, enclosed spaces, and crowds. Py prefers cold climates to warm climates, and he likes to be in the dark: living in the Blackness is no problem for him. Py likes the outdoors, especially the beach. Py has never been on the open sea, but since he likes wide open spaces, he thinks that he could like it. Py isn't afraid of dragons, or heights, so he would be able to cope well with imprinting a dragon. In fact, Py loves the exhilaration that comes with being high up.

Skills: Py is very limber, so he runs, jumps, swims, and climbs with the greatest ease. He is very nimble and can always find a way out of a tricky physical situation. Also, as mentioned before, he has an skill with animals; he makes friends with them easily. Py also seems to have an internal clock; he is never tardy, always timely.

Goals: Py has a few goals, but he really doesn't want to do anything with his time. He prefers to spend his days dreaming or having fun. However, despite preferring to stay home and to never witness change in his life, Py has an itch to travel, and to find something in his travels.
In Py's selfish nature, there is something deeper: he wants to have something to protect. Whether that thing may be a mate--hardly likely, since he doesn't want to get married or have children--or a possession, he isn't sure. But it may be that he wants to protect a being a dragonrider is of paramount importance to Py.

History: Although Keep born, Py and his family were exiled to the Blackness when Py was eight winters old. He and his family had been poor then, and his father had 'borrowed' one too many Keepfowl. Instead of having his hand cut off like most thieves, Py's father and his family were banished. They wandered through the Blackness for weeks until by some luck they found a clearing, near a river, a waterfall, a lake, and a cliff. There was an abundance of wild fruits and vegetables, as well as fish and wild game, so Py's family stayed there.

Pets/Hobbies/Possessions: Py has a faun-colored female hawk that he named Faun(he doesn't have much of an knack for thinking up names). He has a lot of homemade clothing that is very dear to him, as well as a short blade that he values very much. Py's hobbies include hunting(sometimes with Faun), climbing, running, swimming, and exploring the land around his home in the Blackness.

Py strode confidently through the Blackness from the clearing in which he lived, his hawk, Faun, flying over his head, landing once in awhile to snatch a mouse from the ground. Py broke through the tangle of vines and stepped, barefooted, onto the slab of rock that was his cliff. He peered over the edge, enjoying the exhilarating height, and watching the waterfall below churning the tranquil lake into foam and bubbles. Py began to whistle, pulling his shirt over his head. He turned the whistle into a song, all his deep, magnificent voice booming over the little area cleared of forest:

"A night of the table round should be invincible;
Succeed where a less fantastic man would fail;
Climb a wall no one else can climb;
Cleave a beast in record time;
Swim a moat in a coat of heavy iron mail.
No matter the pain he ought to be unwinceable,
Impossible deeds should be his daily fare.
But where in the world
Is there in the world
A man so extraordinaire?

C'est moi! C'est moi,
I'm forced to admit!
'Tis I, I humbly reply.
That mortal who
These marvels can do,
C'est moi, c'est moi, 'tis I.
I've never lost
In battle or game.
I'm simply the best by far.
When swords are cross'd
'Tis always the same:
One blow and au revoir!
C'est moi! C'est moi,
So admir'bly fit;
A vagrant Prometheus unbound.
And here I stand with valor untold,
Exception'lly brave, amazingly bold,
To serve on this planet's young ground!

The soul of a knight should be a thing remarkable:
His heart and his mind as pure as morning dew.
With a will and a self-restraint
That's the envy of ev'ry saint,
He could easily work a miracle or two!
To love and desire he ought to be unsparkable.
The ways of the flesh should offer no allure.
But where in the world
Is there in the world
A man so untouch'd and pure?

C'est moi.

C'est moi! C'est moi,
I blush to disclose,
I'm far too noble to lie.
That man in whom
These qualities bloom,
C'est moi, c'est moi, 'tis I!

I've never stray'd
From all I believe.
I'm bless'd with an iron will.
Had I been made
The partner of Eve,
We'd be in Eden still.
C'est moi! C'est moi,
The angels have chose
To fight their battles below.
And here I stand as pure as a pray'r,
Incredibly clean, with virtue to spare,
The godliest man I know . . .!
C'est moi!"

C'est Moi

Py peered over the edge of the cliff, his soul in league with Faun, soaring over 'his' expanse of land, as far as the eye could see. Below the waterfall bubbled and frothed, spreading ripples across the otherwise clear and tranquil water. Py lifted his muscled arms over his head, touching his hands together. He bent over the cliff, and with a little hop, jumped off the edge.

Py spiraled downward through the clean, fresh air, reveling in his ability to 'fly'. Faun darted around him, crying out in pleasure, and as Py neared the water's surface, he molded his perfect physique into an aerodynamic position, slipping silently into the water.
Py floated, suspended under water, opening his eyes to see the sun dappling the water and everything underneath, turning it blue-green and gold. He was a fish, an otter, a dolphin, sleek and swift and quiet.
-Time for some air- Py mused with a small grin, and kicked powerfully to the surface, spraying water into the air as he reached the sweet oxygen. Faun circled overhead, and Py descended again, collecting small pearly shells to add to the ivory necklace he had 'round his neck.

So now it's getting late, for thse who hesitate, got no one, 
But they don't understand and no one hears the sound, 
It's like a waterfall, it's an illusion.

Love is all, waterfall, love is what you are, 
Pulls you in, takes you down, it's a sad affair, 
But you know as you hold back the power there without the friends 
And lovers you could never go on living.

Across the waterfall that's falling evermore down on you, 
Cascading through the days, and flowing on it's way, 
That's how it has to be, just an illusion.
Love is all, waterfall, love is what you are, 
Pulls you in, takes you down, it's a sad affair, 
But you know as you hold back the power there without the friends 
And lovers you could never go on living.

Electric Light Orchestra