1. Rider Information
2. Dragon Information
3. Dragon Pedigree
4. Stories

Andy dresses more casually than he used to when he was a soldier, though he keeps neat and simple with his outfits. He's relaxed a lot since his younger days, too, and it shows in his casual comfortableness around other people.

Andy was trained from his late teens in combat in low gravity and null gravity, and was hand-picked originally for psionic capabilities, along with most of the unit that he was initially deployed with when a portal between Earth and Avengaea was discovered from the former's side. Andy is, specifically, excellent at shielding, and now that he's lived among true psionicists, he's become proficient in dampening strong emotions around him as well. This has come in handy while raising his children, but leaves some room for ethical concerns that he treads carefully through.

He's a good speaker, and has been crucial in helping the Nidus transition from Avengaea to its new lands when temperes were high and despair mounted. The Nidus spent 10 years trapped on all sides by a heavy mist called simply The Drift, and Andy did well with the change simply because he had a routine and he knew they had to work within their limits.

He's found himself just a little agoraphobic under clear blue skies and alien landscapes, but he is learning to make the adjustment to yet another new world.

When it comes to his wife, Adara, who has been with him since they were recruited to their special unit, Andy is adoring and loyal. He takes her very seriously and often takes second fiddle, for Adara has an excellent view of the bigger picture that Andy sometimes lacks.

Cemitae grew up with a bond who was trained in special operations, and while he was young he was utterly fascinated by Andy's military career, and by the UNIS in general. He was interested from a very Asandus perspective, of course: in the way that a child will pin butterflies and beetles to study them, he absorbed stories about wars and battles for their exotic curiosities. He has little interest in battle, himself.

Before Nidus Aven entered the mists of separation that kept it isolated from the rest of the Nexus for years on end, Cemitae was a very active member of the community, as well as a prodigious father. He loved making friends and getting into the dirty work with his fellow Ala members. He often took breaks from the Nidus to explore the rest of the Nexus, too. Andy and Cemitae had some fraught years where Andy was learning to let go of his past and Cemitae was growing up too fast and too exciteable for his bond's stern discipline. This often led to 'breaks' where Cemitae would fall into chases for excitement... which often led to participating in Flights.

It wasn't until he stumbled on a Piralan hybrid named Supersyllaba that Cemitae understood what Andy meant when he said, "there's only one person for me." He was chasing her during one of his vacations when he realized that courting her was more fun than the actual flight itself, and keeping her company while she sat with their eggs was a delight of its own. He wasn't sure what to do about seeing her again, though he wrote and kept in touch. After the Nidus was plunged into the mists, he pined, though that wasn't his entire time spent.

Cemitae's role as a community upkeep member became one of a father, as well. He had brought home several children with his wandering, often only half Piralan, and with instincts and cultural markers that left him sometimes confused and frustrated. He wound up following Andy's lead more closely as he and Adara finally got together and began rearing their own children, taking his other lead from the Wylds of the Nidus who had grown up far more quickly than the average Asandus.

Cemitae became a fairly central figure. He arranged get-togethers and helped entertain people, connected those who had begun to pull away with the world so lost and uncertain. His unwavering faith in a brighter tomorrow was annoying to some, but he didn't let that slow his roll.

Now that the Nidus has rejoined the Nexus again (albeit in strange lands somewhere far, far from home) Cemitae claims he knew they'd be safe all along. In truth, though, he wonders what might have happened if they'd spent another decade... or more... locked behind the eerie mists that had isolated them from not only the rest of the world, but from the network of worlds he'd traveled with thoughtless abandon before. He treats each jaunt with more reverence, now, and takes his kids and their friends on field trips. Having Cemitae around is like having a living museum curator or tour guide, quite honestly. He loves to soak up knowledge still, after all these years, and has spent all that time in the mists curating his stories to the people he loves best.

The Piralan looked down over Supersyllaba's clutch again, and uttered a soft "Yee haw," to his mate, leaning down to boop her nose with his own. "I'm I saying it right?"

He'd been more than happy to revel with his lady friend for a few nights, while his bond found the nearest saloon and began playing (and losing) at poker. Poor Andy was used to Cemitae's jaunts by now, and had stopped trying to wrangle his many-sizes larger bond into what he thought was proper order. Cemitae, being fascinated by Andy's military background while also flagrantly uninterested in emulating it, appreciated the gesture.

It meant he had time to get to know the locals, mostly meaning Subersyllaba.

"You have the words, but it requires a litle more gusto," his super-significant-other said. "Come settle down over here, and try it again."

Cemitae curled up on the sands near their newest bundles of joy and tried again. Several vsiting humanoids let out returning woops, as was tradition. Cemitae returned them back, doing a little better on the second, and finally third time. "Yee haw!"

He watched a human fling his wide-brimmed hat up with all the enthusiasm of a big, pink-faced child and laughed, tucking away the idea of getting his bond just the same bit of garment. Or maybe himself...

Supersyllaba had looped her rail over his, catching his attention. "I'm glad you're having so much fun here. Do you want to hear some songs from the locals?"

"You know I do. Your voice is a balm to my heart, my darling." Cemitae reached his huge, fluffy wing out over the clutch to shelter them all a little closer, bridging the gap to rest on one of his mate's many wings.

As in the tradition of most asandae, he lowered his nose near the eggs, expecting at least partial awareness. "Now listen all of you: your mother knows everything you'll ever need to grow up, and especially when it comes to singing. When you're ready to hatch, keep that in your heart and you and your bonds can never go wrong."

He folded his arms, ears perking up as he cast adoring eyes on the golden prodigy that was his mate.