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Evolution's Nightmare Bronze

He's not quite right. His shadowy bronze hide shouldn't have such a gray-green tinge to it with no sheen to speak of and it shouldn't be patchy and uneven. He has a noble head, but his uncommonly pale eyes are deeply set beneath a strong brow and his crooked teeth are never quite hidden from sight, poking out even when his mouth is closed. Along his spine, his ridges are exaggerated, tall and sharply spiked as they creep down his back to the tip of his tail. His girth is all shoulder and muscle and the benefit of his broad skeleton, because though his chest is deep, he's lean through the middle with ribs showing and his limbs have a certain lithe, sinewed spring, contributing to the effortless quiet with which he moves. His wide wings are equipped with generous sails, too much so perhaps, heavy and opaque as a dark cloak, and he has a habit of letting them drag more than is probably necessary.

Temperament

Once upon a time, there was a clutch that everyone thought would turn out wrong. People like to point to Rojeth as evidence that they were correct in that assumption. It's not just that he's hardly the prettiest bronze to crack out of a shell. He has a few peculiarities that some might find unsettling; his lack of connection to other dragons, the unnatural quiet of his movement and a penchant for blood all make him an easy target for speculation.

A loner, Rojeth is not one to spend unnecessary time lingering around with fellow dragons. He's one of those more likely to be perched on the spires or haunting the high, empty ledges of the Weyr, enjoying his shadows and his solitude, spying down on the remote world. Even when in discussion with another dragon, he is rarely there, just a disembodied presence from somewhere else.

But those ledges he lingers on aren't always empty, nor was he necessarily invited. He has a habit of dropping in on 'friends' when they aren't at home, claiming a space he has no right to, snooping in on someone else's little corner of the world without them ever knowing. This pleases him.

As a weyrling, his urge to take was more prominent, claiming someone's couch, stealing a kill, thinking only that he wanted it and therefore should have it. It's an impulse that has been tempered but is by no means gone. The entitlement remains and it extends to I'zech. What they want, they should have.

There's the uncanny way that he moves, a quiet incongruent with his bulk, a controlled grace that makes him seem comparatively stealthy. And even more so in the air when the light is waning and his dark hide can blend in with the gloaming sky.

He loves to blood and sometimes it might almost seem a shame that he should have to stop just because some female is ready to take flight. Necessary or not, it's sometimes the appetizer to his meals. Meanwhile, he's rarely an appreciated suitor, eerie as he can be, and there are a number of greens who have been less than thrilled to be caught by him. Rather understandably, this does not make for the most friendly of afterwards. He's unlikely to ever be sweet, but every now and then, with the right girl, he can be quite passive.

Mindvoice

Rojeth's mind is full of dark things and forbidden places, shadowy groves of crooked trees, misty mossy-strewn swamps, an eerie, hair-raising wind on empty moonless hills or the desolation of a silent road. His contact is more ephemeral than most, hard to pin down, a presence difficult to locate. His mnidvoice itself is rasping, gravelly, with a tendency toward hissing.

Dragon Inspirations

Cryptids. The root of the word is 'hide' but their mysterious nature is often as sinister as it is elusive. Rojeth is an amalgam of these mythical beasts, from the blood-sucking chupacabra, the swamp-dwelling bunyip and the bad omen of the black shuck. He's part evolution-gone-wrong, part nightmare.