Bruckley

"many greets for frond!"

Bruckley is gifted with a level of intelligence normally reserved for rocks. It's not known whether this is the result of a head injury or simply a quirk of his birth, but either way the poor boy is about as dumb as a sack of hammers. For some reason, his coat is unusually fertile, meaning that from an early age the tundra dragon has found himself covered in moss and greenery. He doesn't mind much, though.

Despite his dim-witted nature, Bruckley is quite reliable - give him a task and he will carry it out as best he can, so long as you are very specific in telling him what needs to be done. Because of this, when he is not otherwise occupied with staring at the walls or other odd things, he does odd jobs for the other clan members. Just... don't give him anything sharp.

Name Origin
Bruckley named himself after overhearing a clanmate compare him to a certain green, leafy vegetable. Of course, he misheard what they were saying, but ever since that point he's refused any other name - so he's stuck with it. As long as he's happy.