"Heaven help ya, I'm telling the truth
Heaven help ya, she's coming for you
Heaven help ya, the girl likes to fight
Afraid of nothing and she carries a knife"
-Punchin' Bag by Cage the Elephant
BASICS
NAME: Zyri
GENDER: Female (Cis)
PRONOUNS: she/her/hers
ORIENTATION: Bisexual
BIRTHDATE: Late Spring 2735
AGE: 40 as of Summer 2775
LOCATION: High Reaches Weyr
OCCUPATION: Bluehandler
WING: Sunburst Squad (Ground Crew)
APPEARANCE
EYES: Blue
HAIR: Brown
HEIGHT AND BUILD: 5'4", lean and slender
PLAY-BY: djarn picrew
FULL APPEARANCE: Despite being 36, Zyri could pass for a few turns younger, perhaps her early thirties. Her rounded facial shape, with wide cheeks and a gentle jawline, is paired with full, pouty lips and a small, slightly upturned nose with a narrow bridge. Zyri's pale skin is splattered with freckles, even beyond her face. Her bright blue eyes are icy, narrow in shape with sharp eyebrows arching over them. Her dark hair is midlength, about halfway down her back, and straight. She often pulls it back into a loose ponytail. In terms of height and build, Zyri is not especially impressive. Sure, she is as strong and tough as any wherhandler should be, but nothing more than that. She is slender, and although not fragile, she is not as strong as some larger handlers. She is on the shorter side, but hardly the shortest, and has barely any curves. Her waist is subtle and long, paired with long legs and a bony build.
Her clothing style is masculine, and although she is unlikely to be mistaken for a man, she would not complain about being seen as one. That said, she is definitively feminine in gender identity.
PERSONALITY
PERSONALITY: Zyri is not the nicest woman around. In fact, she is angry, pissy, and haughty. She thinks she is better than everyone else and often refuses to work well with otbhers. She can be nasty and aggressive, even hateful. Although she does not sound or look very intimidating, she tends to cuss a lot and is not against kicking people in the shins if she doesn’t like them. Generally, she is vain and superficial--for example, gold dragons and whers are little more than something to flaunt. One thing to note is that she is a shameless gossip and adores rumors.
Deep down, Zyri is insecure. She is surprisingly sensitive to criticism, though she won’t show it, and is afraid that she’s not good enough. She is quick to get defensive. She is a closet romantic who wants to be swept off her feet by the right person, but is quick to get her heart broken as a result. That said, she is vindictive of those who hurt her, eventually, and will get revenge if she can. She is emotional and passionate--even volatile--but she is surprisingly predictable.
A traditionalist through and through, Zyri believes in the color hierarchy...even when related to whers, despite its irrelevance. She is kinder to traditionalists and those who agree with her, prone to directing her spite and disdain towards those who are foolish enough to disagree. Zyri seems to be arrogant, acting like she is better than everyone else. She is self-righteous, thinking that she can do nothing wrong, and that other people are at fault; this is only a protective mechanism to fight her feelings of inferiority. Easily annoyed and frequently disdainful, Zyri is nonetheless surprisingly loyal and protective of the few she gets along with, and will be nice, even passive, towards them.
HISTORY
FAMILY:
-Father: K'zyr of Brown Alordraith
-Mother: A'trine of Blue Cordraeth
SIGNIFICANT OTHER: N/A
BIRTHPLACE: Igen Weyr
HISTORY: In 2735, a girl was born to K'zyr and A'trine, two riders who were very much happily weyrmated. They were overjoyed to welcome their daughter into their lives. Although Golre's reign at High Reaches and the Interval War were still part of young Zyri's life, she generally had a good early life. In 2750, Zyri became a dragon candidate, and was thrilled that finally she'd join her parents as a rider. Although raised in the creche, Zyri had a strong admiration for her parents, and was certainly a spoiled only child.
When she was 20, thread returned and the war ceased, and she was even more determined to be a rider. The prestige, the glory...it would do her well. From a young age, she sought a gold, and nothing else would do. At 25, just before she aged out, bronzes began to Impress women, which Zyri disdained. Still, she couldn't help but worry, given that no dragon--gold or otherwise--had chosen her. In Spring 2761, she turned 26, and that was that; she had aged out. Except, she wasn't the sort to give up or admit defeat so easily. After Golre's death, the candidacy age limit at High Reaches was raised to 30. In early 2762, at the age of 27, Zyri moved to High Reaches. It had a horrible past, and was undergoing a less traditional shift, but it would be worth it for a dragon. Four more turns, considering she'd just turned 27--and if she failed, which she didn't consider an option, she wouldn't be able to face her parents anyways. Although they loved her, although they never suggested she needed to Impress, Zyri put this expectation on herself and refused to face them should she fail again.
Fail she did. Despite her renewed hope at High Reaches, she aged out at 2766, when she turned 31. She was beyond disappointed, hurt, and down on herself. She knew she couldn't go home, so she let herself whither at this Faranth forsaken weyr. On impulse, she signed up as a wher candidate, thinking she wouldn't be chosen anyways. After brooding, however, she decided to get a wher egg. Would she be holding out for a dragon? Why? She wouldn't Impress, it was too late for that...so she resigned herself to something, some bond. She had no craft, no skills. The only way she would do anything beyond be a simple weyrfolk would be to get a wher, at least in her eyes. Two weeks after aging out, she bought an egg, the largest and goldest egg she could find, despite the price.
Dutifully, she watched as the shell fragments fell away, and dutifully, she blooded the wher, despite Zyrisk's awful blue and not gold hide, and despite the iridescent nature of it--surely just a trick of the light? But no, Zyrisk was a mutation as well as blue--not to mention, a wher. A consolation prize for a failed dragon candidate, in Zyri's eyes. She grew to care for Zyrisk, but always resented the wher for not being a dragon.
To Zyri's frustration, High Reaches grew less and less traditional, to the point where people were happy to be left without a gold. Soon, it became apparent that it wouldn't work out for them, and when Aldoeith hatched, Zyri got hopeful. Perhaps Aldoeith would restore a healthy level of tradition to this broken, injured weyr.
Or she'd transfer. Just Zyri's luck.
Zyri stood for a second wher, finding no reason not to, on occasion, particularly when a gold-looking egg was on the sands. She hoped to Impress one, embittered to see others Impress instead of her. With a mere blue, what good was anything? Perhaps there was no inherent rank associated with metallic whers, but there was certainly some level of pride. Imagined prestige and worth. She would Impress a gold wher, even if she'd been passed over for a gold dragon.
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