M'yr's Bronze Soldreth

Unnaturally Green Egg

Exceedingly oblong, this one is the most sickly hue of green imaginable. Blobs of puce and heather meld into near brown, the color of fetid growth and developed algae strong enough to provoke a gag reflex in those of weaker stomachs. The long, thin shape of the egg might even cause concern for the growing dragon within. Patches of moss daubed over with near black looking mildew seem to be alive, their tendrils waving disgustingly, wilting in the heat of the sands.

Egg Inspiration: "No One Mourns for the Wicked" from the musical "Wicked"

Midwife: "The baby's coming."
Midwife & Father: "I see a nose, I see a curl, It's a healthy perfect lovely little--ahh!
Father: "Sweet Oz!"
Mother: "What is it? What's wrong?"
Midwife: "How can it be?"
Father: "What does it mean?"
Midwife: "It's atrocious!"
Father: "It's obscene!"
Midwife & Father: "Like a froggy, ferny cabbage, the baby is unnaturally"
All: "GREEN!"
Father: "Take it away, take it away!"

Hatching Message: The pool beneath the Unnaturally Green Egg starts to ripple, busting rivulets from the soggy mass. That's the only precursor to the sudden explosion of nasty green shell. Bits of egg-fluid and tiny shard fly out, leaving a slick bronze mass still shuddering with the effort of his long-awaited escape.

Defiant Dust-Shrouded Bronze

Such a streamlined bronze should be smooth, shiny, gleaming with molten light; this one refuses the status quo right down to his hide. Although the pale dragon can't escape the sleek build he inherited - a frankly delicate head, sinewy shoulders and narrow flanks, persistently youthful limbs - there's a grittiness about him, a sunbleached, dusty patina that catches and holds light and all but obscures the lustrous metal beneath. Not uniformly so, of course: it thickens into duskiness along his lean belly, and on his translucent wings becomes swirled and marbled with clouds of gilded smoke. The hint of underlying polish even shows, here and there, as if some especially daring hand had risked swiping dust away. A flaxen shine emphasizes offset headknobs, and as sharp, spiked neckridges make a wayward trail down his spine, that same blond highlights each with a point of light. For all that is askew about him, this rebellious lordling wears his rags with heavy-lidded, watchful confidence.

Final Size: 35.8

Dragon Inspiration: Love him or hate him, Eminem has made a name for himself by standing out from the crowd, taking very public, in-your-face-style risks and upsetting parents everywhere. Perhaps it’s his boyish looks that appeal to some, or the struggle of the underdog, or the crafting of lyrics that seem all at once haphazard and yet unquestionably skilled, whatever it is, Eminem has become a force in the music world. So much of Eminem is public and yet there is the very certain feel that a lot of private stuff is stashed away for someone who dares to risk life and limb to find it. For our purposes, we’ve decided to focus on the parts of Eminem that can’t help but push people, himself included, clear out of their comfort zone. It seems like just flat out trouble at first, but there’s a message behind it of freedom and finding out where the true limits lie. He’s cocky and self-assured on one side and dangerously insecure on the other and you get to choose which is stronger at any given moment. Hopefully he’ll offer you some exciting opportunities for roleplay and character development.

Name: Soldreth comes from the word 'soldier', inspiried by Eminem's view of himself as evident in his song of the same title. He's a fighter and certainly not afraid of a struggle. We also like the similarity to 'solder' and the imagery of sparks and fire that it evokes. And like metal under those circumstances, your Soldreth can be stubborn, unpredictable and dangerously bright.

Mindvoice: With a mindvoice that is hardly more than a rather nasal version of your own, the most notable aspect of Soldreth’s voice is his cadence, the rhythm and precision with which he delivers his quick-tongued thoughts. There seems to be a beat behind his phrasing that he works in and around as nimbly as any Harper with only a single drum for accompaniment. Along with this beat come pulsing images in shades of gray and blue, rimmed with warm yellows as if the only light might come from some perpetually golden source.

Internal Impression Message: No matter how you struggle to control it, the throbbing pain continues to wash through you until it seems even the hum of myriad dragon throats joins in the rhythm and the air around you vibrates with the beat. The air, the sands, your lifeblood all merge together in a relentless pounding that threatens to make your head swim and then a voice is added, following its own pattern, melding with the rhythm, working it and around it. << Your’e him. It took me a moment, but I understand now. I found you, M’yr.>> M’yr. Thats you. That has always been you. And he is Soldreth, you need no announcement to know his name with every pulse. And it’s always been the two of you, ready to take on the world. His voice seems to play on that beat, mastering it, clearing your head with its confidence and precision. But just when the throb ebbs a new pang begins, a hollow hungry feeling in your stomach. << M’yr. We need something. >> Your stomach or Soldreth’s, there is hardly any difference at this moment.

External Impression Message: The Defiant Dust-Shrouded Bronze Hatchling pauses before the victim of his unfortunate accident. Yes, accident - now that it's done. The frustration has left him and something else has taken its pace. His whirling eyes go slow with sudden importance as he regards the wounded young man. His talons twitch excitedly, still sporting traces of fresh blood.

Temperament

Weyrling:
Soldreth sees himself as an underdog, an outsider. It’s you and him against the world. He’s out to prove himself and his confidence, cockiness and brazen behavior are just ways to push the limits. Lines are a dangerous thing for Soldreth because he can hardly control his impulse to cross them. His youth is full of questioning - why are those lines there and what will happen if he steps out of bounds? << Let's fly now, M'yr, I'm strong enough. Why wait? Just because they want us to? >> *snort* He'll need a much better reason than that. When everyone is standing around thinking the same thing, but no one else wants to say it, Soldreth will - compulsively. And you, M’yr, will be the only one who knows that he ever doubts himself. Sometimes when it’s just the two of you, he’ll berate himself for not reaching his goals, for not being better than he is, for his moments of indecision. He’ll wonder why he can’t just play along, why he can’t just keep his comments to himself, but you’ll know why: he can’t back down from a challenge.

He’ll chafe increasingly under the rules of weyrlinghood and try to lure you into doing impulsive things. He's not a complete daredevil - he has some sense of self-preservation - but he harbors a love for shock value, and of all people he best loves shocking himself. It’s up to you to be his accomplice or his conscience, whichever you choose. Of course, you’ll also have to deal with the consequences.

Soldreth has the tendency to be the class clown; he wants others to think he’s got everything under control, yet keep them at arms length. True to his style, he chooses a raw humor, designed to make his audience uneasy. He takes pleasure in forcing them outside their comfort zone. His constant observation and quick mind mean he usually has a host of opinions, a comment for every one and every situation. He can take a ribbing from his friends and he’ll joke right back with them, but woe to the outsider who tries to tease him. He’s likely to unleash all of his most unflattering remarks with even less discretion than usual.

Adult:
As Soldreth gets older, that cocky self-assurance, his compulsive straightforward truth, and his need to push the limits will not diminish. On the other hand, he’s likely to get a little more skilled with when and how. Now he’s learned what sort of reactions he’ll get, so his behavior becomes more deliberate, though no less crafted to inflame and excite. At the same time, his own vulnerability will become a greater weight on his mind. He’ll use his flair for pushing the limits to deflect attention from what worries him. He’ll be quick to try to turn the tables on someone whose comments land too close to the mark or who threatens to reveal his insecurities.

He's selective in who he is close to. While he may be disdainful of some, distant from others, the friends he chooses will be part of his inner circle and he'll be loyal to them and expect the same loyalty in return. Of course, there is none more important than you. You are his mentor, his brother, his most intimate ally. When you are insulted, he is insulted; he’ll be a soldier for you, protective of you. Let the world try to get him down - he’ll show them eventually. But you are his treasure and he’ll feel incensed that anything should ever refuse to go your way.

If his confidence in himself is only skin deep, it appears all the more so when compared with his confidence in you.

Flight:
Bronze as he is, he should be suave and smooth with the ladies - and he often tries hard to be, but for the most part, females make him wary. Sure they're good for a snug and he'll never back down from a flight, but he tends to believe they’re all just wanting something from him - that they have agendas. There will probably be one or two that win his begrudging affection. It's a war within himself, whether or not to trust them, feeling that his softness for them makes him vulnerable. This war is often transferred into his dealings with those who inspire the battle - sweet one minute, blowing them off the next. He’s built for fiery relationships. A female that becomes one of his friends, a buddy, is just that. Not someone to cuddle with, but a comrade, one of the guys.

When there’s a girl glowing, he’ll be right there with the other guys, posturing, showing just how cool he can be. But these females are usually just possessions to acquire, just a chance for him to show off. He’s more concerned with the reactions of his fellow chasers than with the lady of the moment. Not that he doesn’t want to catch her, of course. That’s an all-win situation. He gets to show both the males chasing alongside him and the female in his grasp just how capable he is. As a smaller, more wiry bronze, he’s as quick as any brown in the air and he’ll use every bit of his agility to his advantage. Should the female be a gold, it only heightens his need to prove himself and a catch and the following clutch will make him almost intolerably smug. Should she be one of those pal-gals who's one of his comrades - well, he'll find that awkward indeed, after the heat of the moment fades.

In losing, he’s likely to become a little more surly, and, more privately, even a little sullen. As you know from other situations, his confident bravado can come and go - his doubt only makes him snappish, flippant and sometimes downright mean.

Wing:
His too cool for school attitude, his confidence and independence make him an awkward fit with any wing. In practice, he's most interested in perfecting his own style, in working on whatever is driving him at the moment even it that’s not the wingleaders plan. << This formation again? Let's work on our turns today. They’re not tight. >> And thus in the midst of the drill, he's likely to toss in a twist of his own without consulting you first.

He likes to be recognized because he does work hard. He does practice and he does hone his skills in all arenas. His smaller, lighter build gives him more speed and agility than some other bronzes, but he’s always aiming to be just as quick as the blues. Why should he let anything stop him? He’s not afraid to aim high and to fight to get there if he has to. When recognition comes slowly or not at all, it frustrates him - but when he achieves some notoriety or compliment, or even should the two of you come to share some post of rank, he'll always be looking at the next step up. You never get to rest on your laurels - his ambition feeds his confidence, and that's an appetite that's never sated.

As individuals, though, the pairs that make up his wing are deeply important to him, an extended family that he feels responsibility and loyalty towards. Sometimes he’s certain they're holding him back, but without the support structure they provide he'd be lost. As much as he likes to shine on his own, he's not a solo worker. As difficult as it is for him to perform with a team, he excels as a conspirator, and when the whole group's united toward a common goal he does feel a certain elation in the shared success.

Credits:

Egg: Linnea
Description: I'sai and Griere
Hatchling: Griere
Puppeteer: Griere