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BASICS
NAME: born Zephfyr, now Z’fyr
GENDER: male
PRONOUNS: he/him/his
ORIENTATION: …help, why are these people all so pretty???? (Bi, probably. And very much a hopeless-romantic disaster!)
BIRTHDATE: Late Summer, Turn 2751
AGE: 25 as of Late Summer 2776
LOCATION: Semaca Weyr
OCCUPATION: Brownrider, ScriberCraft apprentice
WING: Mazurka Squad
APPEARANCE
EYES: blue
HAIR: dark brown and curly
HEIGHT AND BUILD: 6’5 tall, of a healthy, muscular build
PLAY-BY: he’s from a Picrew site
FULL APPEARANCE:
Z’fyr has light blue eyes, an aristocratic nose, and fair skin liberally covered with freckles.
He has short and curly dark brown hair; the majority of its length would just barely reach past his earlobes if one tried to straighten out his curls. There are two long skinny braids that hang perpetually from the temples on either side of his face, the ends just stopping short of his collarbones. He keeps his face clean-shaven, the young man preferring a tidy appearance over an untidy one, most of the time. His smile is soft, and he has forehead wrinkles. His is a masculine build, healthy and muscular for his age. He is also a tall person, standing at 6’5” tall. Z’fyr’s hands boast gentle, clever fingers that has proved well-suited to his ScriberCraft apprenticeship.
His wardrobe is mainly composed of well-made clothing. Much of the time his clothes are variations of a tunic and pants or some other Semacan-weather-appropriate outfit, or a dragonrider’s garb of riding leathers.
(Also he occasionally has a few bruises and mild scratches & scrapes somewhere on him, especially after such embarrassing incidents as bumping into things/people or literally falling down/over in front of a crush or two. Talk about making the phrase ‘I’m falling for you’ literal, eh? Hehe)
PERSONALITY
PERSONALITY:
Socially awkward and really really shy, to the point where he’d much rather fight a spotty—figuratively speaking—than have a conversation with another person; Z’fyr is a wallflower through and through. He’ll do just about anything to get out of having to deal with most social situations. Unfortunately for him, as a dragonrider he still has to work with other people (and kind-of-socialise, whether he likes it or not), much to his dismay. If he had his way, he’d prefer to just listen and watch—or do his work—from somewhere in the corner, rather than talk, most times. Which tends to make him seem like the tall, silent and aloof type; but when someone gets to know him, they may realise that Z’fyr is not actually aloof, just too wallflower-y for his own good. And endearingly awkward when he does speak.
He also often gets tongue-tied and clumsy around people he likes and/or finds pretty, often from both sides of the gender spectrum, which also doesn’t help! Hopeless-romantic disaster, this one is.
However, if someone were to somehow get him onto the topic, Z’fyr would absolutely wax poetic and quite enthusiastically at length about dragonkin, the brownrider forgetting his shyness as he rattles off all manner of facts, statistics, bloodlines and even various stories with startlingly passionate intensity, often until either his listeners’ eyes glaze over or someone changes the topic! Or until his dragon decides to intervene. Haha. (One could say that his special interest is dragons; whers and firelizards included. Easiest way to break the ice! Hatchings are one of the few social settings he’d willingly attend of his own volition; he loooooves getting to see new draconic babies enter the world! Plus, who else is gonna keep his Records up to update, if not him?)
HISTORY
FAMILY:
- Holder parents
- 3 siblings (I’m thinking he’s the 3rd born of 4 children; so these 3 are 2 older siblings and 1 younger)
- any other family members (I’m open to it)
SIGNIFICANT OTHER: (open too)
BIRTHPLACE: a smol Hold somewhere in Igen
HISTORY:
Born Zephfyr, he was the third child born to Holder parents in the summer of Turn 2751.
He had a boisterous childhood growing up in Igen with his older siblings, though oftentimes he would also be found preferring to go off to play or do things on his own. That didn’t mean he didn’t love his family, though, he does! He just sometimes found socialising a bit much, even at such an early age. About two Turns or so after he was born, Zephfyr and his older siblings acquired a new younger sibling, whom they all found themselves smitten with. What an adorable little kid!
When Zephfyr and his younger sibling were both toddlers, Thread returned to harass Pern anew. Therefore, once they were older, they both had little to no memory of what a Threadfree life had been like. As he grew older, Zeph became intensely interested in the Harpers’ stories of dragons and their relatives, and was often caught reading anything he could find on the subject, even the most driest Records possible, when left to his own devices. He eventually entered an apprenticeship with the Scriber in residence at his home Hold, where he was quite happy, for some time.
At age 15, few were more surprised than Zephfyr’s initial reaction, when he was Searched by an Igenite rider on one fine sunny day. Recognising this for the somewhat unexpected boon it was, he then eagerly leapt at the opportunity to accept his Search. Here, was the chance to learn more about, and study, his favourite special interest, right there in front of him! Dragons! And so it was that after a few heartfelt farewells—and staunch promises to write home regularly carefully extracted from him—he soon went off to Igen Weyr as a brand new Candidate.
Two Turns pass on by, as clutches came and went without being chosen, until one fateful day. There, upon the heated Sands of Igen Weyr’s Hatching Grounds, was 17-Turns-old Zephfyr, garbed in his pristine robe of Candidate white, even as his wonder-struck blue eyes met swirling rainbows within a hatchling’s draconic eyes for the very first time. Impression! He had Impressed! To a lovely little brown! Who chose HIM! Kintsugith, as the brown dragonet quite cheerfully named himself, had—for some strange reason—odd keratin scales coating all four of his feet, as if they were akin to the legs of an avian, but Zephfyr—no, Z’fyr! He was Z’fyr now—still loved him anyway, at first sight.
Weyrlinghood seemed to flash by in the blink of an eye, with Z’fyr diligently taking notes on just about everything related to his dragon and other dragons/dragonkin; and attending subsequent Hatchings whenever he could—until Z’fyr was suddenly graduating with his class as a fully-fledged dragonrider, Kintsugith at his side. Where on Pern did that entire Turn go???
The rest of the intervening Turns rolled on by quite uneventfully, until the brownpair began to feel the allure of Semaca Weyr calling to them. Time for something new and different! Plus, surely it’d be easier to get away from certain people or social situations where Z’fyr could embarrass himself with his atrociously bad social awkwardness, right? Right?
And so they applied to transfer over to the almost-mythical-sounding southern Weyr. Upon approval, and subsequently receiving the correct coordinates, they proceeded to between there; and Z’fyr was utterly unprepared for what greeted them on the other side.
For there was dense, green jungle EVERYWHERE. Greenery! And so close to the Weyr, too! That stuff was practically the bane of Northern Weyrs.. And quite the unexpected sight for someone who was long used to a Weyr surrounded by bare stone.. The second thing that struck him upon arrival was just how WARM it was. But the place would definitely grow on him. Plus, look how happy his Kintsugith was to meet new people! And here, Z’fyr’s skills as a Scriber—never mind that he had yet to formally walk the tables in that craft—should be quite useful. And there’d be new information here for him to practically devour on the topic of dragons!
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