Post by Sintarith on Jul 10, 2008 13:37:20 GMT -5
Name: Z'tair
Nicknames: Tairen, Tair
Former Name: Zetairen
Gender: Male (heterosexual)
Age: 19 Turns
Rank: Weyrling
Family: Mother – Harper Journeywoman; Taireina / Father - Previous Minor Holder of Tyrdas Hold in Igen; Zerilm (Deceased) / Half Sister – Rilena (In a coma)
Birthplace: Harperhall
Appearance:
Despite living in Igen most of his life, Tairen only has the barest of tans, being one of those people whose skin would rather burn than tan decently. He has quite strong facial features, and it makes him look a lot older than he actually is. His nose is quite sharp although it isn’t exactly narrow, matching his high cheekbones and strong jaw line.
Tair’s eyes are a very peculiar shade of green. The base colour is a dark sea green, mixed with swirls of icy blue and patches of brighter, almost lime greens. In comparison to his face, his eyes seem a little narrow underneath his heavy-set brown. Despite his generally solemn demeanour, they betray his inner personality on occasion with a sparkle of vigour.
His eyes are generally hidden by the bangs of hair that fall over his face. His hair is very long for a boy, earning him mocking remarks, although it would have been worse if he had a more feminine figure. His hair reaches an inch or two past his shoulders, although the strands around his face are only chin length. It is a dark brown colour, with shades nearly as dark as black running through it. He generally ties it back with a leather thong to keep it from impairing his sight, although some wispy bits always manage to escape and cover his face.
Again making him look older than his 19 Turns, Zetairen is fairly tall – nearly verging on 6ft, although a little taller than 5’11”. This suits his build very well, as he is fairly muscular and this renders him fairly strong lad. He tends to wear loose fitting jackets, and no shirt because it is often far too hot to wear two layers of clothing in the Southern continent.
Personality:
Although Tair is easily affected by his emotions, it is rare that he lets them show to other people, but there are times when the façade slips. In these times he would probably benefit greatly from contact with other people, but he refuses to put upon someone else, and bears it courageously, although it is hurting him more to keep to himself.
Considering that as a Holder’s son, he would not be considered completely mature yet, like his looks, Zetairen acts older that his Turns as well. He is a steadfast person, loyal to his friends and family, and will be there when anyone needs him – he will listen gladly to them and will be their shoulder to cry on if they need it, but much as they offer, he always refuses this himself. He cares about other people probably more than he cares about himself; to the extent that he doesn’t care if doing something to help another would end up hurting him.
The harper lad is very eloquent and could probably talk wild fire lizards out of their eggs, and because of his upbringing, is a first-rate piper and isn’t too shabby at gitar either. Because he has a way with words, he enjoys a good discussion or debate. He has a very strong opinion, but it open to ideas and different thoughts on the matter at hand.
Because of what happened in his past, the lad has cases of insomnia that range from mild to severe, either only sleeping a few hours a night, or sometimes going almost a Sevenday without sleep. During theses spats, he usually wanders around outside to try and calm down and lose himself in the ambience of the night.
History:
Although his father is a holder in Igen, he isn’t recognised as being his son. This has always struck a bit of a bitter chord in Zetairen, because as soon as his mother was found to be pregnant, Zerilm ordered her back to the harper hall, saying that he preferred a male harper as it was more traditional, and this caused Taireina to fall into a depression that only a dragonrider from Vyrzen Weyr was able to snap her out of. Tairen never actually found out the name of the rider, but he is ever grateful to him – if he hadn’t spoken his mother out of it, both she and her son would now be dead.
From a young age it was obvious his voice would never be good for singing – as a lad it was too squeaky, and when he hit puberty, it went down several octaves to a deep husky baritone which was too gravely to be of any pleasure musically. He was told, however, that it sent shivers down the spines of many of the girls he met. But this talent lacking, he set his mind to the pipes and gitar, and after years of practice, has become quite adept at both, although the melodies he has composed with his pipes are the sweetest and he prefers to play these.
The first time he met his half sister Rilena, he didn’t know that they shared the same father. Getting along like a house on fire, the pair spent many days together getting into allsorts of mischief about the Harperhall. When Rilena told him of their shared parentage, she asked him to visit Tyrdas hold to come meet their father. He flat out refused and continued to refuse over the next two Turns. Determined to see why he was so riled about Zerilm she wheedled and begged as only a younger sister can until he broke down.
Travelling by dragonback to the small hold, Zetairen grudgingly met his father, who almost refused to acknowledge his presence, let alone his heritage. This sent the youth into a blind fury, because he had been taught that his family line was something to be proud of, something to cherish and these morals he held strongly to. Storming away from the main hall, the lad raged through the hold. At last he came to a room where he could easily climb to the roof to calm down. Rilena followed, and unthinking, laid her hand on his shoulder without uttering a word – the reassure him he wasn’t alone. Unfortunately, Zetairen believed it to beeither a drudge or perhaps even his father seeing the error of his way, and not his fragile younger sister. Because of this misconception, the shove he gave her to make her go away was much stronger than anticipated and she stumbled on the tiling and slipped. Luckily she only fell to a story below and there was a balcony, but she caught her head on the window ledge on the way day, rendering her unconscious.
Aggrieved, Zetairen raced down to find a healer, who told him that she had obviously taken a hard knock and that it had jarred her skull badly, perhaps even cracking it. After a sevenday the girl still hadn’t shown any signs of waking, yet her heart still beat, and occasionally her eyelids would flutter as if she was dreaming. She eventually began to eat Tairen couldn’t sleep for weeks for fear that she would die, and ended up having to be sedated heavily before he began to waste.
A halfturn later and Rilena still showed no signs of improvement. Zetairen had been able to sleep more and more easily, but the hatred inside him brewed for his father, blaming him for his own rash actions. Taireina, although not the child’s mother, had her moved to the Healerhall to have constant supervision, as it was obvious Zerilm was doing little for her. It was hoped that one day the girl would either wake up on her own, or the Healers would find a cure for her sleeping sickness.
The boy took it upon himself to return to Tyrdas Hold. When Zerilm again refused acknowledgement, Zetairen claimed insult to his heritage and a duel ensued. It was a long and arduous fight, from which both parties sustained horrid wounds – Zetairen bears the scars of several raking gashes down his right side as a result. Eventually the older of the two wearied and wasn’t defending himself too well. Zetairen stabbed him smartly between the ribs, puncturing a lung and causing a slow, painful death for the man.
This is the past that he refuses to dwell upon, neatly avoiding the subject whenever anyone brings it up. The hold was contested and some cousin or another inherited it. Not that Tair cared. He sunk for a while into a state of almost nothingness, continuing his daily life with little interest. He had killed at the age of 17 Turns. And it had been easy. And it scared him.
Ironically it was a dragonrider who snapped him out of it, much like in the past with his mother – only this time, the dragon had been on Search. It was a year after he had fallen into his depression. Taken away to Vyrzen Weyr, he could happily leave his anger behind, although he did not want to leave his past. He still visits his sister in hopes of her recovery and his mother is currently the harper at Southern Hold, so he visits her from time to time as well. Thus far he has kept to his promise to himself and hasn’t gotten angry at anything, and resolves to make himself a better person by helping others. He has stood three times in the two years he has been at the Weyr, and at the most recent hatching - Amath and Sephiroth's - he Impressed his Onyx dragon, Resivath.
Pets
Copper Firelizard, Luatyrr
Age: 4 Turns
Physical Appearance:
Luatyrr is a small to average sized flit, just spanning Zetairen’s forearm in body length; with her tail just less than half that size again. Her wings are fairly large compared to her stature, but this allows the little copper to fly effortlessly for a ling time and with few wing strokes on days when there are many air currents.
Her hide is a very dark, burnished copper hue, and is generally even all over, although the colour pales to a sort of metallic yellow-orange on her underbelly. The undersides of her wings show the darker red tinting of her copper colouration, especially near the delicate bones that form the frame and lead to the middle claw of the wing.
Tyrr has rather small horns, not longer than a quarter inch, but almost as if to make up for this she has a row of spines down her back. These are more decorative rather than for defence, as they are soft to the touch, more like a ruff than spines. The rest of her hide is relatively smooth.
Personality:
For such a small creature, Luatyrr has a rather sharp personality, verging on imperious in nature. Much like a queen she enjoys the attention of males, and likes to have any number of other flitters in her company at one time. Her bossier nature aside, the little copper is fairly caring, and will make sure that her friends are well looked after, berating anyone who mistreats them with zeal. The flit is generally good company for Zetairen as she can be quite helpful – when she wants to be.
Tyrr only has average intelligence, and so is mostly governed by her stomach. Feed her food and she will love you forever and day after. She has trouble remembering what she has been asked to do from time to time, leading to a message or two gone astray, yet on the whole she is pretty good.
Dragon:
Name: Resivath
Colour: Onyx