Most inhabitants of the Zekiran ship give Tresis a wide berth no matter where they are or how he's feeling. He is completely insane, rivaled only by one or two others aboard... All with his genes.
Though he is crazy, violently so sometimes, he is also a dramatically handsome and superbly elegant man. He stands quite a lot taller than many Zekirans, but has a very slim build. His skin is pearlescent white, his hair is a mottley mop of silver, white and frosty browns, while his eyes are a mixture of green and gold. He has long, pointed ears, but unlike other Zekirans with this feature he does not carry any electronic or "tech" powers.
His quarters are surrounded on all sides by ... no one. No body is crazy enough to want to be his neighbor. He has no illusions about this: he is often known as heartless and self serving, for good reason. He IS heartless and self serving.
His powers bear out his long immortal life on Neres, dominating the will and countryside of the locals. His weathershaping powers extend more than 30 miles in any direction, so he always had a huge storm going somewhere nearby. He could also control the natives, but that power is quite useless to him now. He has a lower power with controlling other Zekirans, but has long since forgotten how to use it.
Tresis has gone through many stages during his stay in the ship. He mostly has been sullen, angry and snippy, however he has been known to sober up and be a gentleman. Now is not particularly one of those times.
His quarters are sparce, but clean, and have very little in the way of comfort save for his own seat or couch. He does not always appreciate the lengths people go to keep him occupied (and therefore not hurting others with his carelessness), so he often tries chasing away the guardian animals which get placed in his quarters. They often come back, but those which are more intelligent are quite frequently seen to ask for a change of venue! He does not outright abuse any animal, but he does annoy them by getting into trouble and not seeming to understand how he's done it.
He knows that the size of his quarters is not quite enough for a full sized dragon type creature, though since no one is currently living nearby him, he is going to get a chainsaw and open up some walls... (just kidding, he'll get the engineers to do it for him, such physical work is utterly below him.)
He doesn't know much but he does know that the parents of this egg are Atlantis and Utopia... How sweet, he thinks.
Once he knows more about this new creature, he will list it below.
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"You don't--" Said Transience, but was shut up with a big paw-hand over its mouth by another of the more feral appearing members of the ship.
But Tresis stood watching the creamy, sandy colored egg. "It is rather perfect looking," he commented. "But I still do not understand. What I am doing with it?"
They looked at one another, and finally one of them spoke up. "You're to care for it, Tresis dear," Viridia said. Others telepathically announced to each other how odd it was that she of all people would call him that, but that was her choice. After all the millennia they had spent on this ship together, they supposed forgiveness had to follow some day.
The group wandered away, and finally Vanya asked, "that was your work, wasn't it Viridia?"
His ancestress smiled and gave off a beautiful laugh. "Only a little. Natural curiosity, or a bit of my creative mental nudging... It's all the same. I suppose that you know that, don't you?"
"I know that he was just as likely to manipulate me as anyone else here is, yourself included..."
As they walked out of the strangely vacant area of the ship, their voices got quieter but Tresis still heard them clearly enough.
They thought he had forgotten everything about how to manipulate a Zekiran's mind. But he had not. He was working back to a strength that he used to have, but at the moment... He had to be content to have a weak receiving ability.
He leaned over the egg, and marveled again that it was as large as it was, but then he got a flash of perhaps the future... Where the creature within it was simply gigantic! Naturally, that got him thinking about the way he used to live on Zekira. Neres was such a wild, huge continent, and it had been his... Until the others began to come centuries later, the whole place belonged to him.
He wanted to have a place, a time like that again. Someday. Perhaps if they did find a new world to colonize, they would leave him a bit of it to do as he would. And perhaps too, this creature within its sandy-colored egg would help him reclaim his proper place at the top of the food chain.
A small sound at first, but carrying well in the silence of Tresis' chambers, this noise began to echo through the wall of the sleeping chamber.
It was hatching. Something akin to dread entered Tresis' mind, but then he calmed. This was what it was supposed to do, wasn't it? So he didn't display his fear, he didn't give in to the odd desire he had to call others into his chambers. He got closer to the egg and waited.
It wasn't long, but to him for some reason the wait was interminable. The chipping and pushing at the inside of the egg was infuriatingly slow. But the old, insane immortal had never had one of these things happen to him, so he wanted to wait and see what would happen all on its own.
What happened was that a dark, slick snout poked its way from the egg shell. Suddenly, the rest of the egg gave way and Tresis found himself under the weight of a freshly hatched black dragon! The skin of this creature was as dark as Tresis' own was white! Slick from the wetness of the shell which gave it life, he waited half a moment before swallowing back a shriek.
There was nothing to worry about, was there? This was what was supposed to happen, right?
The black dragon nuzzled Tresis and then abruptly bit at his shoulder. Instead of becoming very angry, Tresis realized that the dragon needed food. Without warning, the dragon hissed and rolled off Tresis' chest, then began his own search through the room for food. From the floor, Tresis' face changed to an expression which he'd worn only precious few times in the past:
Utter joy broadened the ancient man's face. The dragon, who appeared to be emphatically female, dug through what little Tresis kept around the rooms. When Tresis spoke, she looked at him with angry, hungry eyes. That anger slowly faded into a kind of understanding, but the hunger did not abate until later.
"You remind me of a Neres storm," he said, rising and sweeping the shell dust from his robes. "That's your name, you know. Neres Storm. I know it's a lot to remember. But you will. And so will they," he looked at the closed -- and locked -- door to the inner hallway of the ship. "So will they."