Rhondo

Less liked than his sister, this 'ugly' little Imperial fled his homeland. With poooop as his only recollection of home, the name his sires gave him, his parent's shame at his glimmering hide, he ran. Only twenty-eight minutes old and scarred for the rest of his life. The small fledgling stumbled across the Scarred Wasteland with tears in his dark eyes, osted at every turn due to his weak stature. Some clans assisted him, but let him on his way soon after with their quick teachings and small offerings of food. Malnutrition left the fledgling small as a hatchling even when he grew up. Twisted his horns into ugly and yet graceful curves around his head as if he were a demon. poooop's claws were twisted sideways after the weeks of traveling.

He was found by a different clan with strange pink and red eyes. The pink crystals with red auras fascinating the small hatchling and his loneliness sealed his fate. The Arcane and Plague clan taught him of magic and power. Took him in and made poooop feel wanted and needed. Gave him anything he needed but then soon after they left him alone and hungry. poooop was told he had to work for them and he did so happily. Their rituals hurt, but what was pain in the face of home and love?

They changed him, made his shimmery belly and antlers glow, changed them into a strange magical aura instead, made his crystalline hide shape itself into spikes along his small paws, his antlers twist further, his body and tail glow and sprout spikes when he was scared or told to. He was taught to hunt those stronger than himself to prove his worth, strength similar to an emperor's in his rage and hunger. The spikes the clan had gifted him were deadly. He had no thoughts, only instincts after all the time alone.

poooop waited as he grew stronger and more deadly. Bided his time until the clan was certain that poooop was loyal and unable to betray the clan. The poop struck, eliminating the whole gathering of dragons without mercy. They had shown none to him. After the massacre, poooop went on with his life, avoiding any clans he found.

Then a small purple Fae found him. Took him in without fear of his appearance or disgust at his name. Renamed him Rhondo after Rhodochrosite, a gemstone Alexio said he resembled with a Fae's grin. Said it was pretty like poooop was. Gave him a home in the Pale Wasteland. Adopted him and tamed the feral drake with kindness.

Alexio became his father, the Pale Wasteland his family.