Chauro, you may not have inherited the blood of the Dragon like your siblings, but you still ended up being just as superpowered a jerk as the both of them put together. So you can't wreathe yourself in flames or spit poison, but you know what's better? Having an entirely irrrrrrresistable force of presence. Who needs compelling arguments when you can reduce mortals to gibbering, frothing wretches from waves of supernatural fear?

Well, maybe nice folks, but Chauro's becoming less and less one of those as time goes on.