Bronze Sephiroth
The first thing to notice about Sephiroth is his hide. He's not one solid color, but a mixture of honey-bronze, white, and black. Most of his body is white, though the sides of his head, shoulders, flanks, and tail are all bronze. His feet and wing-membranes are black (the bones are a mixture of bronze and white), and some of his neck-ridges are also black. The result is a calico effect that helps to distract from his physical deformities.
In no way can Sephiroth be considered an average bronze. His legs are too long for his proportions, and his hind legs don't bend forward into knees like the average dragon. The result is a more canine-like hind leg, which is seen in certain whers. Two-thirds down the leg from the hip, the bone separates into two distinct, claw-ended “toes”. He can move them separate from each other, though he keeps the broad, flat bottoms close for balance. Because of his toes, he moves very awkwardly on the ground, and has a hard time taking off from a flat surface.
His deformities don't end there. All four of his legs bear tiny, vestigial wings on the outer ankle of each limb (just beneath the split for the hind legs). He can move each of these wings, and they sometimes give him extra speed or mobility. They can even aid in flight. Usually, however, they are little but a pain. They are colored like the wings on his back. Like a wher, he has protective spikes on the sides of his head and on the end of his spine (just above the base of the tail).
Overall, his build is slender. His legs are muscled like that of the average blue, and he lacks the barrel-chest of his bronze brothers. His triangular face is long, with a hook in the front of the muzzle, giving him an aquiline effect. For his proportions, he should grow to 34 meters. However, he boasts an abnormally long, slender tail that pushes his length to 38 meters. Though his wings are long and broad, their base ends halfway up the body, further increasing standing take-off difficulty.
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Hatching Messages
And then the eggs weren't hatching.
Duds? No, they couldn't be—
A bronze came. And then some silver-black-bronze thing that could just as easily be a bronze. The two saw each other, and instantly a bond was formed. Together they strolled among the eggs, playing in their disoriented way. The two were linked, light and dark of the same form. And this was shown in the anger one displayed when the other did something, but the reluctance to strike.
In some perverse way, it was happy.
But Happiness does not last forever, for the bronze wandered too close to a hatchling. With almost ridiculous speed, the bright golden dragonet pounced its much-larger brother, snapping its spine. The bronze shrieked, as did his brother (who could feel the pain). But bone was exposed and finally, with a powerful strike of claws, the cheetah was dancing across the sands, the bronze's bloodied head in her mouth.
Eiskuth would have struck, but it was Nalbanath that silenced everyone. She's already Impressed!
And indeed she hadthe slaughter had been intentional. Giygas, from where he sat in pain, wasn't sure if he should panic or moan in ecstasy as Tayith dropped her grisly trophy at his feet. Ooooh, G'ygas, my love~. Look She stopped cold, her tiny claws scraping against the ground. You're hurt.
"II'm fine"
Teeranath did this, didn't she?
"Tayith—"
I wonder how she'd like my claws in her spine!
Off Tayith charged, mauling aside anyone who got in her way. Then she made it to the meat tables, pouncing her sister and tearing her throat open from jaw to sternum. Teeranath cried out and vanished between, leaving behind only a bloody stain. Pasmora made a sound not unlike a man who was dying as she felt the bond fade. "Teerie! TEER! TEERANATH DON'T LEAVE ME!"
And all Tayith could do was laugh. She deserved it. And I do love the sounds of worthless underlings dying.
Meanwhile, the silver-bronze pressed on his brother's headless corpse, keening with such ferocity that he managed to stand out among the outraged dragons. She— she… Clouth, don't be dead, Clouth, you can't be dead, please… He got down on his forepaws, nuzzling the corpse and keening some more. Clouth… Clouth!
He stood. Then bellowed with his immature vocal chords. I swear by the egg that bore me and the egg that bore my mother that Tayith will PAY for what she has done to me! I.. I may not know how now, but I will! Then he glanced down at the candidates, finding his match easily among Ikarus. Only then did he let his emotion show, speaking so quietly that none could hear him.
Ikarus, you won't die. You won't let her kill you, please don'tthat demon, she killed my brother. II hate her, I want her to die for what she did! He stepped forward, ichor drying on his maw and chest and paws. You won't leave your Sephiroth, will you?
Personality
Most dragons are firm protectors of morality. Sephiroth, however, does not believe in morality. Life is made of situations, and certain situations require certain actions. Morality is an obstacle standing in the way of achievement, and to Sephiroth, all obstacles must perish in fire. Yet despite this all, he is not a being of pure chaos. He comes across as a cold, calculating demon who might let you live but might not if dying would benefit him more. Whatever he does, it is for his benefit. There is no emotion beneath that cold outer shell.
At least, that is how he likes to think of himself—cold, unstoppable, unrelenting, and intimidating. In truth, Sephiroth can't take half of what he dishes out. Despite the icy exterior and elitist behavior, he gets angry or upset over the littlest things. And when his temper goes, he does things he more-often-than-not regrets in retrospect, such as attacking a clutch-mate or using those lovely swear words he's learned. Similar to his temper, he's an egomaniac, and while insults and arrogance are typical displays, similar actions towards him will either infuriate him or destroy his ego. Self-conscious and OCD, he requires a lot of praise to keep his ego up. This is a recipe for a miserable Weyrling training…
It's best not to stand between Sephiroth and his goals. He's a stubborn creature, made worse by the fact that he doesn't care a wit about anyone that isn't himself and his I'ra. He doesn't have those silly “pacifist” instincts, and Golds can't order him about. He's pretty creative, too, leading to all sorts of nasty plots to get what he wants. Like most Bronzes, he craves power and is driven by ambition. Unlike most Bronzes, he won't leave it up to chance. Even though he's pretty sure he's the best available, he'll still murder his competition in their sleep. Leave nothing to chance; odds are, the RNG God hates you.
Social Skills: Sephiroth does not have. He has a hard time being friendly, even to Ikarus (more on his feelings towards her later). Manners are minimal; if he uses them, he's being sarcastic. He has no faith in others, be it in skill or in kindness, and just as much patience is displayed. Working alone suits him best; in a group, he'll either take over and do everything himself, or he'll kick back and do nothing. He has zero tolerance for people he perceives as idiots. He'll come to hate Hemath and Sheroth, sometimes going so far as to contemplate murdering them both.
When it comes to Ikarus, he is almost obsessed. He constantly has to know where she is, and he hates being separated from her for even short amounts of time. He'll never admit this, but feelings of loneliness, fear, and anxiety will pour over the mental link. If she were to court a human, he'd be possessive and nit-picky. He'd find a thousand reasons to hate her mate, and he'd be vocal about it. She's the only person who can control him, as Sephiroth lacks the ability to deny her anything. Should she speak harshly to him, it would hurt him deeper than any other wound anyone else could ever deal.
Overall, Sephiroth is a great dragon in terms of physical ability and intelligence. However, he lacks leadership capabilities, despite his ambition and will. He's more suited to being a loner, where there are no fools to annoy him and no superiors to tell him what to do. Perhaps if his brother had not died on the Sands, he would be kinder, gentler, or happier. But alas, fate has woven her web, and the result it Sephiroth.
Mindvoice
Sephiroth has a very deep mind-voice; if it were sound, it would cause china cabinets to rattle from the low frequencies in his voice. He speaks loud, saying each word with careful enunciation. Oddly, he gets softer when mad, hissing each word to emphasize his point. Regardless of the volume, his voice tends to distract others, and when he really wants to, he can push every other thought out of his subject's mind.
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Sephiroth
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Bronze Sephiroth, to Ikerus
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The first thing to notice about Sephiroth is his hide. He's not one solid color, but a mixture of honey-bronze, white, and black. Most of his body is white, though the sides of his head, shoulders, flanks, and tail are all bronze. His feet and wing-membranes are black (the bones are a mixture of bronze and white), and some of his neck-ridges are also black. The result is a calico effect that helps to distract from his physical deformities.
In no way can Sephiroth be considered an average bronze. His legs are too long for his proportions, and his hind legs don't bend forward into knees like the average dragon. The result is a more canine-like hind leg, which is seen in certain whers. Two-thirds down the leg from the hip, the bone separates into two distinct, claw-ended “toes”. He can move them separate from each other, though he keeps the broad, flat bottoms close for balance. Because of his toes, he moves very awkwardly on the ground, and has a hard time taking off from a flat surface.
His deformities don't end there. All four of his legs bear tiny, vestigial wings on the outer ankle of each limb (just beneath the split for the hind legs). He can move each of these wings, and they sometimes give him extra speed or mobility. They can even aid in flight. Usually, however, they are little but a pain. They are colored like the wings on his back. Like a wher, he has protective spikes on the sides of his head and on the end of his spine (just above the base of the tail).
Overall, his build is slender. His legs are muscled like that of the average blue, and he lacks the barrel-chest of his bronze brothers. His triangular face is long, with a hook in the front of the muzzle, giving him an aquiline effect. For his proportions, he should grow to 34 meters. However, he boasts an abnormally long, slender tail that pushes his length to 38 meters. Though his wings are long and broad, their base ends halfway up the body, further increasing standing take-off difficulty.
Sephiroth has a very deep mind-voice; if it were sound, it would cause china cabinets to rattle from the low frequencies in his voice. He speaks loud, saying each word with careful enunciation. Oddly, he gets softer when mad, hissing each word to emphasize his point. Regardless of the volume, his voice tends to distract others, and when he really wants to, he can push every other thought out of his subject's mind.
Most dragons are firm protectors of morality. Sephiroth, however, does not believe in morality. Life is made of situations, and certain situations require certain actions. Morality is an obstacle standing in the way of achievement, and to Sephiroth, all obstacles must perish in fire. Yet despite this all, he is not a being of pure chaos. He comes across as a cold, calculating demon who might let you live but might not if dying would benefit him more. Whatever he does, it is for his benefit. There is no emotion beneath that cold outer shell.
At least, that is how he likes to think of himself—cold, unstoppable, unrelenting, and intimidating. In truth, Sephiroth can't take half of what he dishes out. Despite the icy exterior and elitist behavior, he gets angry or upset over the littlest things. And when his temper goes, he does things he more-often-than-not regrets in retrospect, such as attacking a clutch-mate or using those lovely swear words he's learned. Similar to his temper, he's an egomaniac, and while insults and arrogance are typical displays, similar actions towards him will either infuriate him or destroy his ego. Self-conscious and OCD, he requires a lot of praise to keep his ego up. This is a recipe for a miserable Weyrling training…
It's best not to stand between Sephiroth and his goals. He's a stubborn creature, made worse by the fact that he doesn't care a wit about anyone that isn't himself and his I'ra. He doesn't have those silly “pacifist” instincts, and Golds can't order him about. He's pretty creative, too, leading to all sorts of nasty plots to get what he wants. Like most Bronzes, he craves power and is driven by ambition. Unlike most Bronzes, he won't leave it up to chance. Even though he's pretty sure he's the best available, he'll still murder his competition in their sleep. Leave nothing to chance; odds are, the RNG God hates you.
Social Skills: Sephiroth does not have. He has a hard time being friendly, even to Ikarus (more on his feelings towards her later). Manners are minimal; if he uses them, he's being sarcastic. He has no faith in others, be it in skill or in kindness, and just as much patience is displayed. Working alone suits him best; in a group, he'll either take over and do everything himself, or he'll kick back and do nothing. He has zero tolerance for people he perceives as idiots. He'll come to hate Hemath and Sheroth, sometimes going so far as to contemplate murdering them both.
When it comes to Ikarus, he is almost obsessed. He constantly has to know where she is, and he hates being separated from her for even short amounts of time. He'll never admit this, but feelings of loneliness, fear, and anxiety will pour over the mental link. If she were to court a human, he'd be possessive and nit-picky. He'd find a thousand reasons to hate her mate, and he'd be vocal about it. She's the only person who can control him, as Sephiroth lacks the ability to deny her anything. Should she speak harshly to him, it would hurt him deeper than any other wound anyone else could ever deal.
Overall, Sephiroth is a great dragon in terms of physical ability and intelligence. However, he lacks leadership capabilities, despite his ambition and will. He's more suited to being a loner, where there are no fools to annoy him and no superiors to tell him what to do. Perhaps if his brother had not died on the Sands, he would be kinder, gentler, or happier. But alas, fate has woven her web, and the result it Sephiroth.
