Post by Dragon Song on Jun 5, 2010 13:13:01 GMT
Your name: Dragon Song
Character Number: 1
Character Name: R'fel (Rafael)
Age: 22
Birth Season: Mid-spring
Gender: Male
Rank: Ex dragon rider, now bonded to Basilisk Dusk. Previously journeyman runner handler
Sexuality: Bisexual
Appearance: R'fel has a mess of dark coloured brown hair, verging on the black shades that is semi long, just long enough for the fringe to just brush his brows and it ends at the base of his neck with a slight curl. He doesn't particularly care for keeping it neat or tidy, so as a general rule it's wild and seemingly overgrown, with a ruffled, windswept look. When he's been working in the stables with the runners it's not uncommon to see tufts of hay stuck in it. He has dark brown eyes, that a generally soft and quiet, and he hates to stare. He's frequently seen shifting his gaze to be one that's less direct. Whether this is because of his time with the runners, or his natural shyness no one can be sure - quite possibly a mix of both.
It took him a while to grow into his 5'11" frame, having previously always seemed lanky and gangly, much like a foal. R'fel still seems to retain some of that, though since he has broadened out across the shoulders and filled out a touch more. He no longer has the young, immature appearance though he still seems... slight. One could never call him buff, that's for certain. However, turns as being a dragon rider and turns more of working with runners means that he has plenty of strength, despite not seeming the strong type. He's toned, not packed, nor does he like to shout about his strength.
His overall body language is non confrontational, very quiet. His movements are flowing and sure, never jerky. And he has a habit of simply blending into the background, mixing with the rest, becoming a face in the crowd. Even as a dragon rider he could seem to vanish and managed to make himself easily overlooked. However, he also has a very calm aura around him, everything he does is a definite movement. Flighty runners don't respond well to sudden movements or full on approaches. His speech is similar, clear, low, quite quiet, and he's not yet been known to shout. Instead, he can raise his voice so that it carries without having to yell, but R'fel rarely does.
Personality:
First and foremost, R'fel is shy. He's not a talkative person at the best of times but if he's in a conversation with someone he doesn't know well it's very much a one sided conversation. He doesn't like to seem rude either though, so as a general rule just avoids people so that he doesn't end up in awkward situations. But don't go thinking he's antisocial. He's not. In fact, R'fel rather likes the company of those he knows well, though he doesn't have that many close friends. He never actively seeks to make friends either, so there's not that many he'll happily spend time with.
He's also always been under confident in his own abilities, apart from when with the runners. With animals and runners he's most at home, and is confident, assertive and relaxed. However, take him out of the stables and shove him in a crowded room and he instantly tenses up, becomes very withdrawn and rarely wants anything to do with anyone. He has little self belief and so is sometime manipulated and ordered about. It's difficult to make him do something he really feels strongly about, but most of the time you just need to glare at him and he'll do as he's told without complaints. In fact, there are times when he's almost defended those who've picked on him by holding his silence. He works diligently and without complaint, and will do any job asked of him no matter what. Even the most tedious of chores he will do till the end and not utter a sound.
Finally, R'fel has limitless patience. He'll continue at something till the very end, nor will he give up. No matter how hard or daunting a task, once he's started he will finish it. He also never gets flustered by people when they try and get a reaction out of him - besides his usual shyness. Taunts and teases he has always studiously ignored and likely will never take notice of them.
History: R'fel was born to journeyman weaver Darsam and drudge Harfina. As the middle child, with one older brother and a half sister, he rarely got any attention but he never seemed bothered by it. He never connected with his proud father, never living up to Darsam's expectations and so was soon ignored by the weaver. Why pay attention to a timid child who did little when he had a strong other son and a pretty daughter? So the dark haired child took to pottering about after his mother as she did her daily work, carrying maybe a single plate or a few sticks to try and help. As he grew older he began to take on more work in an effort to be of some use, until eventually he became a drudge himself. To his father this was even worse than previously. R'fel's older brother Ranas had gone off to become a miner's apprentice, and Darki showed signs of being not only very pretty, but also talented at her father's craft. So even more reasons for him to be ignored. However, Darsam was still determined to get his second son doing something more worthwhile than just kitchen work and cleaning.
What R'fel did finally choose wasn't what his father had picked out for him. At a Gather, the twelve turn old had wandered off and wound up beside the runners, where various deals were being made, animals being inspected and changing hands, brushed, fed, walked and all manner of other things. He was fascinated by the fluid movements of the creatures, and spent most of his time partially hidden behind a cart just watching the goings on. Finally, he worked up the courage to go and stroke one of them, and ended up running his hand down its leg as he'd seen some of the buyers doing, trying to work out what they'd been doing. He was just standing up again when he heard a voice behind him, speaking directly at him. "You feel their legs for conformational faults and to make sure there's no cuts or previous injuries." Whirling round he saw a tall man making a fuss of the runner he'd just been examining. Not able to run, he got dragged into a conversation with Fabian, as the man was called. By the end of the day, Fabian had offered the boy the chance to become his apprentice, to travel back to his small cothold with him and help him on his breeding farm of runners. It didn't take R'fel long to choose what he wanted to do: Go and work with these magnificent creatures or remain a drudge and never live up to his father's standards? Not a very hard choice.
For 6 turns R'fel lived with Fabian, helping him train and breed the runners and becoming adept at handling them. It was within these 6 turns that he gained himself a new companion - a little black and white working canine that later became known as Drift. R'fel discovered her when taking a younger runner out on a long hack in an attempt to improve its stamina. It was sometime in late fall, and heavy rains had caused the river he was travelling to to swell up, nearly bursting its banks. It was beside the river that R'fel discovered a little bundle of sodden fuzz and paws that was the black and white herder puppy. Unable to leave her there, the lad scooped up the youngster and wrapped her in his jacket, sustaining her by feeding her scraps of meatroll from his travel pouch as he rode home; one hand holding the puppy to his lap and the other guiding the runner. Fabian of course, wasn't about to turn the little thing out and R'fel kept the puppy, naming her Drift and training her to become a working dog, herding the animals and making the lives of both himself and his mentor easier.
He was 19 when he was Searched out to be a candidate at the next dragon hatching of the nearby Weyr. Hesitantly, he accepted and he and Drift, for of course the barely adult dog was coming with him, were flung into the life of candidacy. However, R'fel was one of those candidates dubbed a serial candidate, and it was a long time, at least 4 clutches that he stood at before he finally Impressed his dragon.
Blue Cadoth was a much needed part of R'fel's life it seemed. The flighty yet protective blue was exactly what the shy candidate needed to make him come out of his shell. Cadoth's timid nature meant that R'fel was required to step up and make a stand on the behalf of his dragon, who always wanted to protect people even if he was scared. R'fel adored Cadoth and could think of nothing better in the world.
Shortly after graduating Weyrling training the pair heard of the move to the West. R'fel likely would've remained at Telgar Weyr had t not been for Cadoth's insistence that they may be needed. The blue had argued that a new Weyr meant people would need protecting. Plus, they would be needed to help transport everything across so that people moving West could live comfortably and safely. R'fel relented after a short while and the pair travelled West to Skyline Weyr with the others who were transferring from Telgar Weyr. In comparison to Telgar, Cadoth settled into Skyline as a much happier and more relaxed dragon, and made many new acquaintances, even R'fel found more people he actually felt like he could socialise with.
Thus, when most of the Weyr took off into the fog, Cadoth and R'fel went too. Neither could have been prepared for what was to come, but Cadoth was not one of the blues that managed to flee back. Instead, his protective side kicked in and both he and R'fel tried in vain to do something to help the senior queen and bronze. Such efforts were of course in vain, and Cadoth sustained heavy bites to his neck, with R'fel practically having his left arm used as a chew toy and claws gashing his right side. In a last second desperate attempt to save his rider, Cadoth flicked between to somewhere he could only hope was safe. In his state, he didn't know where it was, having been aiming for the Weyr. Nearly the moment that R'fel collapsed on the ground, Cadoth betweened.
The blue's death tore R'fel apart, and he very nearly lost all sense of who he was. He staggered about for a day or so, going only Faranth knows where, not really caring for himself and making no effort to survive. The only reason he did was because he stumbled across a basilisk clutch. Barely conscious at the time, he was dimly aware that there was a hatching happening, and his exhausted brain took him back to the day he Impressed Cadoth. It turned the approaching purple figure into the blue, and of course the very confused, almost collapsed dragonless treat this youngster as if it were Cadoth, hugging it close, petting its nose and whispering to it. To R'fel, Dusk was Cadoth.
A few days later, he awoke to find a small head pressed against him. But it wasn't Cadoth, for one thing this head was purple. and he remembered nothing about being by a stream. Utterly confused, very scared and weak with fatigue, lack of food and injury, he started to panic. He likely would've continued until a voice sounded very clearly inside his head. Dusk's safe. Dusk protect. R'fel Dusk's.
With the young basilisk's help, R'fel was just about able to cope with the loss of his beloved Cadoth. Dusk it seemed, was a good listener, even if she only spoke in very simple phrases. She also was very self sufficient, able to feed herself, and even find small amounts of food for her bonded. But both knew that without a healer to deal with the infections from the bites, R'fel wasn't going to last long, and so at her urging, R'fel began the long and arduous journey back to Skyline Weyr. Dusk acted both as his guide, and his protector. The dragonless man could only trust this strange creature that had apparently claimed him, and hope for the best...
Relation to Existing/Pending Character?: None
Future: Preferably at the Weyr, still alive, surviving, in a healer's bed in the Infirmary. Then we'll possibly work from there.
Pets: Black and white working canine Drift. Drift is a small canine, a bit of a runt in fact. But she's just as good at her job as any canine, no matter how much bigger they are than her. She's a lot like a terran border collie, with the tapered face and black and white patterned coat. Her belly is completely white and pretty fluffy, with splashes of white up the inside of her back legs. Below her hocks and knees her legs are pure white. her lower jaw is also white, and a stripe runs up between her eyes. Her ruff is black too, with the white from her belly only reaching halfway up her sides of her neck. Her coat is long and soft, well groomed by R'fel. Personality wise she's the friendliest little thing you could ever have met. She's exceptionally mild mannered and well behaved (Most of the time) very inquisitive, loving nothing more than fuss, attention and cuddles. Her social nature has generally been the reason R'fel met new people, when she's bounded up to them and caused him to end up in a conversation with them. Despite her past where she was washed down a river before R'fel found her, she adores water and loves to play in it.
Basilisk's Name: Dusk
Colour: Amethyst
Age: 0 turns (Hatched Turn 2581)
Hatching Season: Winter
Appearance: Though more towards the shade #280858 Dusk is hardly curvy. But she is lean. And quite mean looking. Her face is more tapered, longer than that of a dragon's, and a bizarre mix of blue and deep purple. It seems to change slightly depending on the lighting or angle she's seen in. In fact, her entire hide has this slight iridescence to it, gleaming midnight blue but with a purple undertone when hit with light. Her claws are this very blue, with no colour shifts about them. The fronts of her shoulders are also solidly blue, even when the rest of her hide is the normal purple shade. The edges of her wings sails too, and her tail fork, end in this blue. It touches in other places too: The front of her left wing arm; the front of her right foreleg above the knee; it dusts her hind legs and also brushes onto some of her tail. Her wings are relatively small for her size, but she can still fly perfectly well on them. Carrying any passengers besides her bonded though will be difficult for her, and she probably won't try it unless it's necessary. At full length she will reach 26.5 feet.
Personality: Assertive, protective, sly, stubborn, a touch grumpy and opinionated could all be used to describe Dusk - she's almost the exact opposite of R'fel. She's not social either, and will instead regard company with an expression of definite distaste. rather than socialising this stroppy basilisk would much rather lie there haughtily and glare at others than join in a conversation. However, if she wants to make her point she will make it. By Thread she will make it! Don't get her cross that's for sure. It's generally best to just agree with her. Unfortunately, she's also quite pedantic, and likes things done to the letter, as well as having a habit of correcting people.
She's exceptionally protective of R'fel, hissing at some stranger if she thinks they may have something against him. She's not afraid to ward them off either, though at this present moment realises that being violent or sharp will not work in her favour, so opts to tolerate those in the Weyr... for the time being anyway. She's crafty too, and will quite happily put her abilities to good use, slinking around unseen to find out what she can, and she'll manipulate a situation to suit. Her hard-headedness can be a pain too. If Dusk doesn't want to do something you'll be hard pushed to make her. This stubborn streak can be trying, even for patient R'fel.
But despite the fact that she's distinctly independent, Dusk feels like she needs R'fel. He's one of the few people who can tempter her, and towards him she's genuinely sweet and adoring. She'll also trust you if R'fel does, and may even go as far as to show affection. But that'll take a lot of work on your part, to prove to her that you are worthy enough of such a thing.
Character Number: 1
Character Name: R'fel (Rafael)
Age: 22
Birth Season: Mid-spring
Gender: Male
Rank: Ex dragon rider, now bonded to Basilisk Dusk. Previously journeyman runner handler
Sexuality: Bisexual
Appearance: R'fel has a mess of dark coloured brown hair, verging on the black shades that is semi long, just long enough for the fringe to just brush his brows and it ends at the base of his neck with a slight curl. He doesn't particularly care for keeping it neat or tidy, so as a general rule it's wild and seemingly overgrown, with a ruffled, windswept look. When he's been working in the stables with the runners it's not uncommon to see tufts of hay stuck in it. He has dark brown eyes, that a generally soft and quiet, and he hates to stare. He's frequently seen shifting his gaze to be one that's less direct. Whether this is because of his time with the runners, or his natural shyness no one can be sure - quite possibly a mix of both.
It took him a while to grow into his 5'11" frame, having previously always seemed lanky and gangly, much like a foal. R'fel still seems to retain some of that, though since he has broadened out across the shoulders and filled out a touch more. He no longer has the young, immature appearance though he still seems... slight. One could never call him buff, that's for certain. However, turns as being a dragon rider and turns more of working with runners means that he has plenty of strength, despite not seeming the strong type. He's toned, not packed, nor does he like to shout about his strength.
His overall body language is non confrontational, very quiet. His movements are flowing and sure, never jerky. And he has a habit of simply blending into the background, mixing with the rest, becoming a face in the crowd. Even as a dragon rider he could seem to vanish and managed to make himself easily overlooked. However, he also has a very calm aura around him, everything he does is a definite movement. Flighty runners don't respond well to sudden movements or full on approaches. His speech is similar, clear, low, quite quiet, and he's not yet been known to shout. Instead, he can raise his voice so that it carries without having to yell, but R'fel rarely does.
Personality:
First and foremost, R'fel is shy. He's not a talkative person at the best of times but if he's in a conversation with someone he doesn't know well it's very much a one sided conversation. He doesn't like to seem rude either though, so as a general rule just avoids people so that he doesn't end up in awkward situations. But don't go thinking he's antisocial. He's not. In fact, R'fel rather likes the company of those he knows well, though he doesn't have that many close friends. He never actively seeks to make friends either, so there's not that many he'll happily spend time with.
He's also always been under confident in his own abilities, apart from when with the runners. With animals and runners he's most at home, and is confident, assertive and relaxed. However, take him out of the stables and shove him in a crowded room and he instantly tenses up, becomes very withdrawn and rarely wants anything to do with anyone. He has little self belief and so is sometime manipulated and ordered about. It's difficult to make him do something he really feels strongly about, but most of the time you just need to glare at him and he'll do as he's told without complaints. In fact, there are times when he's almost defended those who've picked on him by holding his silence. He works diligently and without complaint, and will do any job asked of him no matter what. Even the most tedious of chores he will do till the end and not utter a sound.
Finally, R'fel has limitless patience. He'll continue at something till the very end, nor will he give up. No matter how hard or daunting a task, once he's started he will finish it. He also never gets flustered by people when they try and get a reaction out of him - besides his usual shyness. Taunts and teases he has always studiously ignored and likely will never take notice of them.
History: R'fel was born to journeyman weaver Darsam and drudge Harfina. As the middle child, with one older brother and a half sister, he rarely got any attention but he never seemed bothered by it. He never connected with his proud father, never living up to Darsam's expectations and so was soon ignored by the weaver. Why pay attention to a timid child who did little when he had a strong other son and a pretty daughter? So the dark haired child took to pottering about after his mother as she did her daily work, carrying maybe a single plate or a few sticks to try and help. As he grew older he began to take on more work in an effort to be of some use, until eventually he became a drudge himself. To his father this was even worse than previously. R'fel's older brother Ranas had gone off to become a miner's apprentice, and Darki showed signs of being not only very pretty, but also talented at her father's craft. So even more reasons for him to be ignored. However, Darsam was still determined to get his second son doing something more worthwhile than just kitchen work and cleaning.
What R'fel did finally choose wasn't what his father had picked out for him. At a Gather, the twelve turn old had wandered off and wound up beside the runners, where various deals were being made, animals being inspected and changing hands, brushed, fed, walked and all manner of other things. He was fascinated by the fluid movements of the creatures, and spent most of his time partially hidden behind a cart just watching the goings on. Finally, he worked up the courage to go and stroke one of them, and ended up running his hand down its leg as he'd seen some of the buyers doing, trying to work out what they'd been doing. He was just standing up again when he heard a voice behind him, speaking directly at him. "You feel their legs for conformational faults and to make sure there's no cuts or previous injuries." Whirling round he saw a tall man making a fuss of the runner he'd just been examining. Not able to run, he got dragged into a conversation with Fabian, as the man was called. By the end of the day, Fabian had offered the boy the chance to become his apprentice, to travel back to his small cothold with him and help him on his breeding farm of runners. It didn't take R'fel long to choose what he wanted to do: Go and work with these magnificent creatures or remain a drudge and never live up to his father's standards? Not a very hard choice.
For 6 turns R'fel lived with Fabian, helping him train and breed the runners and becoming adept at handling them. It was within these 6 turns that he gained himself a new companion - a little black and white working canine that later became known as Drift. R'fel discovered her when taking a younger runner out on a long hack in an attempt to improve its stamina. It was sometime in late fall, and heavy rains had caused the river he was travelling to to swell up, nearly bursting its banks. It was beside the river that R'fel discovered a little bundle of sodden fuzz and paws that was the black and white herder puppy. Unable to leave her there, the lad scooped up the youngster and wrapped her in his jacket, sustaining her by feeding her scraps of meatroll from his travel pouch as he rode home; one hand holding the puppy to his lap and the other guiding the runner. Fabian of course, wasn't about to turn the little thing out and R'fel kept the puppy, naming her Drift and training her to become a working dog, herding the animals and making the lives of both himself and his mentor easier.
He was 19 when he was Searched out to be a candidate at the next dragon hatching of the nearby Weyr. Hesitantly, he accepted and he and Drift, for of course the barely adult dog was coming with him, were flung into the life of candidacy. However, R'fel was one of those candidates dubbed a serial candidate, and it was a long time, at least 4 clutches that he stood at before he finally Impressed his dragon.
Blue Cadoth was a much needed part of R'fel's life it seemed. The flighty yet protective blue was exactly what the shy candidate needed to make him come out of his shell. Cadoth's timid nature meant that R'fel was required to step up and make a stand on the behalf of his dragon, who always wanted to protect people even if he was scared. R'fel adored Cadoth and could think of nothing better in the world.
Shortly after graduating Weyrling training the pair heard of the move to the West. R'fel likely would've remained at Telgar Weyr had t not been for Cadoth's insistence that they may be needed. The blue had argued that a new Weyr meant people would need protecting. Plus, they would be needed to help transport everything across so that people moving West could live comfortably and safely. R'fel relented after a short while and the pair travelled West to Skyline Weyr with the others who were transferring from Telgar Weyr. In comparison to Telgar, Cadoth settled into Skyline as a much happier and more relaxed dragon, and made many new acquaintances, even R'fel found more people he actually felt like he could socialise with.
Thus, when most of the Weyr took off into the fog, Cadoth and R'fel went too. Neither could have been prepared for what was to come, but Cadoth was not one of the blues that managed to flee back. Instead, his protective side kicked in and both he and R'fel tried in vain to do something to help the senior queen and bronze. Such efforts were of course in vain, and Cadoth sustained heavy bites to his neck, with R'fel practically having his left arm used as a chew toy and claws gashing his right side. In a last second desperate attempt to save his rider, Cadoth flicked between to somewhere he could only hope was safe. In his state, he didn't know where it was, having been aiming for the Weyr. Nearly the moment that R'fel collapsed on the ground, Cadoth betweened.
The blue's death tore R'fel apart, and he very nearly lost all sense of who he was. He staggered about for a day or so, going only Faranth knows where, not really caring for himself and making no effort to survive. The only reason he did was because he stumbled across a basilisk clutch. Barely conscious at the time, he was dimly aware that there was a hatching happening, and his exhausted brain took him back to the day he Impressed Cadoth. It turned the approaching purple figure into the blue, and of course the very confused, almost collapsed dragonless treat this youngster as if it were Cadoth, hugging it close, petting its nose and whispering to it. To R'fel, Dusk was Cadoth.
A few days later, he awoke to find a small head pressed against him. But it wasn't Cadoth, for one thing this head was purple. and he remembered nothing about being by a stream. Utterly confused, very scared and weak with fatigue, lack of food and injury, he started to panic. He likely would've continued until a voice sounded very clearly inside his head. Dusk's safe. Dusk protect. R'fel Dusk's.
With the young basilisk's help, R'fel was just about able to cope with the loss of his beloved Cadoth. Dusk it seemed, was a good listener, even if she only spoke in very simple phrases. She also was very self sufficient, able to feed herself, and even find small amounts of food for her bonded. But both knew that without a healer to deal with the infections from the bites, R'fel wasn't going to last long, and so at her urging, R'fel began the long and arduous journey back to Skyline Weyr. Dusk acted both as his guide, and his protector. The dragonless man could only trust this strange creature that had apparently claimed him, and hope for the best...
Relation to Existing/Pending Character?: None
Future: Preferably at the Weyr, still alive, surviving, in a healer's bed in the Infirmary. Then we'll possibly work from there.
Pets: Black and white working canine Drift. Drift is a small canine, a bit of a runt in fact. But she's just as good at her job as any canine, no matter how much bigger they are than her. She's a lot like a terran border collie, with the tapered face and black and white patterned coat. Her belly is completely white and pretty fluffy, with splashes of white up the inside of her back legs. Below her hocks and knees her legs are pure white. her lower jaw is also white, and a stripe runs up between her eyes. Her ruff is black too, with the white from her belly only reaching halfway up her sides of her neck. Her coat is long and soft, well groomed by R'fel. Personality wise she's the friendliest little thing you could ever have met. She's exceptionally mild mannered and well behaved (Most of the time) very inquisitive, loving nothing more than fuss, attention and cuddles. Her social nature has generally been the reason R'fel met new people, when she's bounded up to them and caused him to end up in a conversation with them. Despite her past where she was washed down a river before R'fel found her, she adores water and loves to play in it.
Basilisk's Name: Dusk
Colour: Amethyst
Age: 0 turns (Hatched Turn 2581)
Hatching Season: Winter
Appearance: Though more towards the shade #280858 Dusk is hardly curvy. But she is lean. And quite mean looking. Her face is more tapered, longer than that of a dragon's, and a bizarre mix of blue and deep purple. It seems to change slightly depending on the lighting or angle she's seen in. In fact, her entire hide has this slight iridescence to it, gleaming midnight blue but with a purple undertone when hit with light. Her claws are this very blue, with no colour shifts about them. The fronts of her shoulders are also solidly blue, even when the rest of her hide is the normal purple shade. The edges of her wings sails too, and her tail fork, end in this blue. It touches in other places too: The front of her left wing arm; the front of her right foreleg above the knee; it dusts her hind legs and also brushes onto some of her tail. Her wings are relatively small for her size, but she can still fly perfectly well on them. Carrying any passengers besides her bonded though will be difficult for her, and she probably won't try it unless it's necessary. At full length she will reach 26.5 feet.
Personality: Assertive, protective, sly, stubborn, a touch grumpy and opinionated could all be used to describe Dusk - she's almost the exact opposite of R'fel. She's not social either, and will instead regard company with an expression of definite distaste. rather than socialising this stroppy basilisk would much rather lie there haughtily and glare at others than join in a conversation. However, if she wants to make her point she will make it. By Thread she will make it! Don't get her cross that's for sure. It's generally best to just agree with her. Unfortunately, she's also quite pedantic, and likes things done to the letter, as well as having a habit of correcting people.
She's exceptionally protective of R'fel, hissing at some stranger if she thinks they may have something against him. She's not afraid to ward them off either, though at this present moment realises that being violent or sharp will not work in her favour, so opts to tolerate those in the Weyr... for the time being anyway. She's crafty too, and will quite happily put her abilities to good use, slinking around unseen to find out what she can, and she'll manipulate a situation to suit. Her hard-headedness can be a pain too. If Dusk doesn't want to do something you'll be hard pushed to make her. This stubborn streak can be trying, even for patient R'fel.
But despite the fact that she's distinctly independent, Dusk feels like she needs R'fel. He's one of the few people who can tempter her, and towards him she's genuinely sweet and adoring. She'll also trust you if R'fel does, and may even go as far as to show affection. But that'll take a lot of work on your part, to prove to her that you are worthy enough of such a thing.