Bracchus

Bracchus: a name that heralds ominous destruction, shaking ground, and, yes, hilarious laughter. Bracchus is an elderly black dragon, unique in that he has two heads and that he is little more than an obscenely over-large bag of a body. In truth, this is the true form of one Roderic Cliché, local former toymaker. The dragon has developed a love over time for those he once viewed as chewy little snacks, and he, in a fashion similar to Richard Aengus's curious investigation of bigling culture, moved in with them, founding the town of Delamar, Amasynia and soon moving to Myrken Wood to open up Cliché Toys.

The overgrown lizard has rarely had the chance to show himself to anyone in Myrken in the past, instead being forced to live as his tubby little elderly counterpart of a toymaker. This hasn't stopped him from throwing himself into his work as he made use of centuries of knowledge and a few decades of honing his woodcrafting skills as a human. It also hasn't stopped him from becoming something of a local celebrity to the Myrken children, something that the great wyrm simply glows over.

At an unknown point in Bracchus's past, he was, in his identity of Roderic Cliché, gifted by similarly unknown elven friends with further mystical connections, becoming the living embodiment of generosity and kindness that is Father Winter. The powers gained from this further augmented his toymaking skills, his girth, and his jovial, bumbling nature, and it is as such that Roderic befriended one Aloisius Treadwell and appeared to give his own life to restore and supplement Treadwell's.

Appearances, though, can be deceptive. The dragon has quite recently returned to Myrken Wood, making quite the splash--literally speaking!--in the lake as an attempt at landing went awry. In fact, now that he has returned after his absence, he seems much more willing to show himself as the dragon that he truly is, although any connection to Roderic Cliché is still being kept very quiet, just in case. Also, recently, Bracchus has continued to eat far too well, flying to surrounding territories--Thessilane in particular, with its dwarven population--to stuff himself there at nights; he has decided, for the time being, to leave the people, livestock, and crops of Myrken Wood where they are: safely outside of his belly.