Ruckus
(#51629470)
he/him | Failed by design, slow your pace down to mine
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Energy: 48/50
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
7.45 m
Wingspan
8.06 m
Weight
994.25 kg
Genetics
Radioactive
Jaguar
Jaguar
Camo
Rosette
Rosette
Shamrock
Peacock
Peacock
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 1 Coatl
EXP: 0 / 245
STR
6
AGI
7
DEF
6
QCK
7
INT
7
VIT
5
MND
6
Biography
Ruckus Brandt
Literal Starving Artist dynamic | unorthodox genuine | Trait4 Affiliations N/A “The sound of colors is so definite that it would be hard to find anyone who would express bright yellow with base notes, or dark lake with the treble." ― Wassily Kandinsky ♫ |
A synesthesia-experiencer of some minor acclaim within the world of art, Ruckus' colorful palettes surround the innermost walls of his lair in permanent paint splatter. He hears color the way that musicians hear notes, which inspire often unorthodox pairings in his paintings in order to compose "musicals" at the tip of his paintbrush. Detailing the world in strange geometric abstracts, Ruckus' art leaves most dergs scratching their heads, unable to make head or tail of what it is that they're supposed to be looking at. Good thing he doesn't make his work for other dergs - though, if he did, maybe he wouldn't be struggling to make ends meet every month... It's bad enough that Ruckus has to live on a meager artisan's salary, but his insatiable appetite eats away at his treasure stock faster than he can shove food into his gullet. It's part of the reason why he's turned to berry foraging as a means by which to create paints naturally - if he can prevent himself from eating those before they can be made into paint, anyway. He's been banned from pretty much all-you-can-eat buffet within a 60,000 wingspan radius. His birth clan Mavenlark's status as a high-end community for Sornieth's most elite artists certainly influenced his passion for the paintbrush, though in particularly desperate times, he has been known to pick up other oddjobs in order to ensure food on the table. He has currently taken leave of his original clan in search of a patron to fund his arts - a search that has so far yielded no volunteers, but that he is dead-set on completing. His temporary dens house his art, which he sells roadside as he travels from place to place. This nomadic lifestyle of his is helping to garner him some fans all across Sornieth. He's bit of a bleeding heart, and has been known to depict whatever derg that has currently caught his eye within his work. One of these such pieces - titled "Portrait of a Seafaring Woman" - has recently gained some traction within the Arcane region, depicting a provocatively-posed Guardian as she splays across an anchor (at least, that's what it's supposed to be to Ruckus - viewers of the work have their own opinions). After a minor stint of its replication being banned within various clans for obscenity, the image has begun to spread like wildfire in response. Could the break Ruckus has been looking for be found here?
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lore by Hyzenthlaay |
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• lives up to his name • doesn’t host many parties because he’d want to spend enough to make it a good one and that’s money better used, but he certainly shows up to nearly every party happening in Stormshroud. If it’s worth being there, you’ll sure enough find Ruckus at it • owns one of the plant specimens his parents created, a meat-eating ficus affectionately named ‘Martha’ • has experimented with various media and method but his favourite tools of the trade have always been any type of vibrant paint • equally enjoys brushes, spray cans/airbrushes, or any other way of throwing colour into his canvases • seems to hate watercolours with a passion though, for some reason or another • will paint anything on anything for the right price - or for a good enough bribe of some tasty treats or a warm meal • definitely cares about making a living, but he makes his art more for his own enjoyment and an appreciation of the craft than for anything else. He thinks his best works have all been the ones he wasn’t paid for, especially the ones that didn’t use a fabric canvas at all • spends a lot of time (and money, when he has it) in the local bakery, he once painted a mural for them in exchange for some of the baked goods and he kinda hopes he can make a similar deal with them again • has a bit of a crush on the lovely Toffeechip, but she expressed some discomfort when he painted her without her permission, so he’s apologized and backed off. They hang out sometimes, but their relationship seems to be no more than strictly friendship. Still, Ruckus finds he doesn’t mind too much - Toffee is a very pleasant dragon to be around, and he wouldn’t want to lose that • enjoys people watching. He’ll spend a lot of free time relaxing in places like the café or the park, just watching and listening to the voices and other sounds of dragons going about their lives. There’s some good inspiration to be found in that |
The Oracle I see meaning where you don't, where you don't I see waves of pastel orange and yellow paintings - fire I see futures that you won't, that you won't I see futures where our nights are lost to condensation Night time in the basement, screaming about our feelings Running through the cold air Searching for a meaning Passed out on the concrete Dizzy from the spinning Wake up to the feeling that everybody's leaving • vines - hippo campus |
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aesthetic: blindingly bright lacerations inside of your skin, highlighting the branches of your veins like jack-o-lanterns. a half-eaten loaf of bread. |
likes: freshly baked pastries dislikes: art being treated as solely a commodity |
sales post wrote:
The flash of colors approaching you makes your eyes water over in pain, but it doesn’t slow their approach in your general direction. Pushing past you to the mouth of Mavenlark, the coatl braces its body for a take-off, then hesitates.
“Say, you,” they say, turning around so quickly that the satchels on their bag clink dangerously, glass clearly their charge, “has anyone ever told you that your voice sounds like purple?”
“Say, you,” they say, turning around so quickly that the satchels on their bag clink dangerously, glass clearly their charge, “has anyone ever told you that your voice sounds like purple?”
by Tala2121
SilverSilver wrote on 2019-08-17:
Ruckus rolled: 12
You get: a limerick
An artist of neon with paintbrushes galore,
Around the earth he travels for a patron to implore.
Gaze upon his work;
From the hues, do not shirk -
And you’ll find you might just start to ask for more!
You get: a limerick
An artist of neon with paintbrushes galore,
Around the earth he travels for a patron to implore.
Gaze upon his work;
From the hues, do not shirk -
And you’ll find you might just start to ask for more!
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