Bronze Fath - A'zael

[Zen]

NAME: Fath
AGE: 2 Turns
COLOR: Bronze
RIDER: A’zael
RANK: Wingrider
SPEAKING COLOR: d77d25

APPEARANCE: Fath has a fairly average build and large wings. He looks as if he’ll be able to last a full Threadfall easily. His coloring could be described as a rusty sort of orange, though there is nothing truly rusty about him and he gleams quite handsomely in the light. He is just under average sized for a Bronze at 68 feet.

ABILITIES
AGILITY: 2
SPEED: 5
ENDURANCE: 8

PERSONALITY: Friendly, Outgoing, Highly Obtuse
Some Pernese like to maintain, on principle, that all bronzes are more intelligent than their smaller wingfellows. Nowhere is the frailty of this generalization more embarrassingly evident than in the case of dragons like Fath.

Anyone from Mirran would eagerly inform an inquirer that the sire of Prith's clutch was a particularly fine physical specimen. What they might neglect to mention, however, out of respect for his high-ranking rider, was that this dragon also wasn't much else. Rumor has it bronze Hionath could stare a rock in the face for two candlemarks and not notice it had a crack in it.

Dimbulb? Of course not! ...Well, maybe. Just a little. But it's terribly embarrassing, and people don't like to talk about it. Bronzes, especially, in Mirran, are expected to be pinnacles of the species in both body and mind.

And Fath takes after his sire. While there's nothing wrong with him physically, mentally, there's just not much going on upstairs. Or rather - there's a lot, but it's all running backwards and upside down. Fath's view of the world is a bright but unfailingly bizarre one, filled with more logical holes than a piece of Swiss cheese.

This is a dragon who will respond with the first thing that comes to mind whenever anyone asks him about anything, and will continue to do so even after he's put his foot completely in his mouth in front of a whole wing.

To be fair, it should be noted that Fath seems to love talking for the sake of reaching out to others, not only because he likes the sound of his own voice. Social reserve is foreign to him: thriving on interaction, he seizes on every possible conversational partner with equal interest. Azaelos, as his lifemate, is unlikely to be exempt. Radio Fath is on 24/7: if his rider can't take any more constant updates on the status of the weyr at large, the bronze may resort to talking to things which don't talk back, but only if he really can't find someone a bit more responsive.

When asked to pass on messages telepathically, Fath may inadvertently leave out words, switch meanings, exaggerate things to make them seem more exciting, or otherwise garble key details - a habit which could have serious consequences in a combat situation. He thus has the potential to be a spreader of dangerous misinformation - and in lesser situations, a very enthusiastic gossip - if his rider does not take a good deal of care to rein him in.

Fath is drawn to the bright, the bold, and the shiny. Subtlety - social and otherwise - tends not to even register on his mental radar.