Violence Bronze Dyskelth
Strangely enough, this bronze is such a mashup of different tones it's almost hard to accurately pinpoint him as a bronze. Okay, that may be a lie, seeing that rich, bronze color that is so treasured and respected completely covers the top of his wings and along the spine of the beast. From that base, that deliciously rich base, a spring of colors pop up all over the dragon. The underside of the wing, since we're talking about wings, is shockingly greenish, the green in that bronze color seeping through and marking up the membrane's underside in lines and stripes and blotches, some hints of mint even shimmering here and there next to pieces that look light bronze, even. Now, the wings aren't what make this dragon a beauty to look at.
The head of the dragon is splashed with golden, covering his muzzle and fading into an orangey-bronze throughout his forehead. Bands of a reddish color stripe over his head knobs, and repeat throughout the length of his neck and throat, branching off to even stripe down his side, the sizes of the stripes shrinking as they continue onto where hid hind legs meet his body. On the neck, the upper side of it, green stripes shine through the bronze and red, much like they do on his wing sails. Bursts of bronze colorations shine through on his sides, speckling his hide carefully. Now, those hind legs and tail do have a bit of a greyish coloration to the bronze, although it only adds contract to the vibrant upper body of the boy.
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Violence Egg
Something doesn't sit too right with this egg, and perhaps that derives from how active the egg is. The motions it makes are jerking and sharp, it flicks away from touch in twitch-sharp reactions to anything of the senseand even then it happens to slam into thingsmost notably the nearest eggs around it (Poverty, Misery and Pacifist). The coloration starts at the top an extremely saturated red, and it fades into more of a grayish tone before becoming purple near the fat base of the large shell.
Hatching Messages
Now, the bright, jewel looking soma coral had backed away from the incident, stumbling back into none other than the Violence Egg. Perhaps that wasn't the best idea, for upon the contact from the dragonet, the usually active egg came to a stand-still. Whatever was inside certainly got it's attention snagged, and at once cracks started to splay out and dig deeper. The soma coral really didn't give it much thought, and it certainly didn't scamper away from the vicious egg with any fear or anything of that sort. Oh no! The dragonet instead only huffed, moving closer to get a better look at those candidates that were available. Meanwhile, that Violence Egg did snap and break, and the dragonet that slipped out was a mesh of colors. The most prominent one was bronze, and more orangeish tones seem to cover the head, and darker reds on the top side of the wings. It was nothing unusual, just a bronze with some pretty markings.
The violence bronze snorted, stomping out of the rest of his egg with grand determination. A second bronze! Oh that was good, yeswell, despite the fact that the first one, the extropy bronze, was still slithering about, getting far more desperate as time went on. The violence bronze didn't seem to mind the fact that there was a lot of bleeding going onthe ichor on the sands and that mauled candidate—in fact, he didn't seem to care at all. It had happened before he had arrived, and he really didn't see why he should put effort into trying to know what went on.
Impression Message
hings were ending. Ending. Aurtoth could feel it within her bones, the hollow sinking feeling that she would welcome wholly. The dragonets that were left (merely two of them!) were drawing closer to the remaining candidates on the Sands. Things didn't go all too smoothly, but they had gone, and only one was lost. The wound that the betweening of the blinded brown had left on the gold ached, and at the sight of the four-winged brown, the only thing Aurtoth wished was that it survived. Perhaps it was the sight of the last of her clutch scrambling closer and closer to the bodies in white, or perhaps it was the anticipation that swirled in the air thickly at this ending that caused the Gold to hold her head upright even further. She had one last chance to act as the Queen, one last moment. She would savor it. She had lived a good life, she had a good Weyr. She would be proud. Irene would've been proud.
Underneath the gold's watchful gaze, it was the violence bronze that was the quicker of the two. Granted, that could be because his brown brother had a bit of extra baggage to carry around with him. The violence bronze seemed to scour the remaining candidates, he would find his Bonded, he knew that. He wasn't panicked, he wasn't worried, and he wasn't in all too much of a rush. The violence bronze didn't need to hurry, he didn't need to trip over himself in order to get to where he needed to go. His sure, careful steps took him forth with pride, with ease, and with certainty. Sure, his strangely formed brother had some of the attention (probably most of the attention) on him right now, but that didn't seem to faze the violence bronze all too much. He had bigger fish to fry.
The dragon came to a stop and sniffed at the air for a moment. There. It wasn't a scent that drew him (all he smelled was blood in the air, anyways; blood from dragons, blood from humans, and blood from the raw meat), but a tugging sensation that pricked at his mind, pulling and pulling. It was as if some fishing line had sunk into his sternum, and again and again the line tugged sharply, leading him forth to see who held the other end of it. No one had anything in their hands, of course, it wasn't as simple as that for the violence bronze to find his Chosen. The large boy crawled up, whirling eyes locking onto the person he found before him just a few dragon feet away. There, he had always been there, he wasn't hiding, he wasn't running, and he wasn't doubting. As he shouldn't. The bronze seemed pleased, and dutifully sauntered up to Varusian. Dyskilth knew you'd be here. He didn't doubt it. Level, calm, that voice was so sure. Do not worry about him, a reference to the brown what had been swirling in the boy's thoughts? I am here.
Personality
Here is a bronze who knows who he is, what he is, and what he should be. The dragon is incredibly intelligent, and is able to gauge social situations and be the strong leader that's most certainly needed whenever and wherever that might be. He is stubborn, and that's because he does believe he is right. He has the capability to know what is going on and he knows what he has to do, and oh shards if you try to question him on that he'll snap, be it with his jaws or a bitter retort. He is very aware of how he displays himself outwardly to others, and in turn he expects no faults to come from him, or shards, his bonded. Being less than perfect is not okay for Dyskilth, and he'll do his best to keep that from happening.
The dragon thinks things through fully before making any moves. He doesn't enjoy jumping in head first with no idea of what is happening. That certainly isn't how he would delve into action, oh no. He likes to know what is going on and how he should go about doing things before making any move. Anything else is seen as brash and childish, or just downright stupid. You wouldn't go running off a cliff to save someone on the bottom, you'd find a way down before saving them. Thinking, that is what Dyskilth is grand at, and he'll make sure that people know that.
Now, he is demanding. He demands great effort and he demands great work to get to be the best one can be, to have no faults. Dyskilth might be the only one who doesn't know what everyone had faults, be them engrained into their skulls at birth or some sort of fatal flaw. Pride, perhaps, would be the bronze's own Achilles heel, or perhaps over extending himself to show that pride. Despite this show of being the best of the best, he is certainly self critical, of both him and his bonded. He is strict, and he'll certainly let you know if you're doing something wrong with little hesitation.
Now, despite all of these sharp corners and sandpaper that the dragon seems to be made out of, he is quite patient. Sure, he does expect excellence, but not on the first try, and he'll try and try until he does get it. His patience seems to be limitless, and the supposed rage that the dragon has isn't flared when someone takes a while to do something. He seems to understand that things do take time, and not everything is instant in this world. He may be angry, and he may be bitter, but he will wait as long as it takes to get something done. Taking time gives him more time to think things through, and the more that happens perhaps the easier he'll stumble on any answer that he's looking for.
It's hard for the dragon to relate to anything emotional outside of his bonded, and even then he finds it strange to be the support for his Bonded when he needs it. It's more adorable than anything to see the bronze get flustered when something of deep emotion comes up and he cannot figure out what to do, and even worse, no amount of planning for tinkering with it will give him the answer. Yes, he does need some aid when it comes to getting to the root of feelings, and perhaps he'll come to terms with that some day, but really he just cannot grasp it yet.
Information Provided at Hatching
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name; Dyskilth
age; hatchling
gender; male
rank; bronze
voice; Anthony Hopkins as Hannibal Lecter (from Silence of the Lambs)
[appearance and personality as above]
