Z'rel

Name: Z’rel

Gender: Male

Sexuality: Heterosexual

Age: 25 turns

Appearence: Z’rel is a moderate height for a masculine human, standing at six foot three. His hair is an oak brown, long and tied back, though it is shorter at the front, making his hair spike about. His eyes are clay brown, Z’rel’s features distinct and well proportioned. He wears a Harper blue short sleeved jacket over his tunic of brown. The Jacket is detailed with triangles of orange, with inner settings of leather, preparing the jacket for it’s clasp, two band of leather from one side to the other The jacket also has detail along the sleeves, venturing horizontally across the sleeve in small triangle patterns. He wears wher hide gloves, fit for riding. He also wears a Harper blue belt, plain. There is a bandoleer across his chest, of leather, well detailed with curved lines and triangular shapes. An olive cloak swings from his neck, clasped by no broach or normal clasp, but a band of the same fabric. Z’rel is well built, sturdy, not stocky and is well toned, as should be all riders. His hair is loosely tied behind him.

Personality: Z’rel is always one to question both him and others, intrigued to their mentality behind their actions, he loves to try and pinpoint a motive. This made him a very good Harper. Though he is inquisitive, it doesn’t mean he won’t answer questions, he is a rather open person in general, willing to discuss anything with another, he hides nothing of himself, for there is nothing for him to hide. He has an air of pride that follows him, he finds himself trying to keep that pride, but never lying about it. He believes lying to be immoral. He is a curios characters, as in his spare time he often (Other than tuning) finds time to weave intricate patterns, or draw certain things, he is always considered an artist of many kinds. Z’rel is deep, his emotions run deep through him, and he will rarely sleep upon and argument, Guilt is another thing. Z’rel cannot live with guilt, knowing he has caused the unnecessary pain or demise of another. He finds himself peculiar in many aspects, such as the fact he prefers the night to the day, and would much prefer to be awake and fighting thread at night to during the day, Many have put this down to the fact as a Harper he was awake ‘till the early hours of the morning, and so had grown used to the stars and the darkness of night.

History: At twelve turns, Z’rel was taken into the Harper hall, moving through each lesson quickly, as was his way. He often found himself performing at local gathers at the request many of the local holders, often performing also in the musicals that were put on in the Harper craft hall. At nineteen, the day came, where Robinton seen fit to up his status to a journeyman. And bestow him upon t he hold of Derial. But on the same day, a Search rider friend of his found him worthy to impress at the local weyr, which caused a great controversy in the craft. Whether to not rank him as a journey man, and let him become a rider, or to lose Zeirel’s infamous and strong tenor voice, or to not let him become a rider, and keep him. At many days length, Robinton and his masters discussed the problem, eventually, Robinton, fair and just as always, decided he could become both, a journey man, and a rider. He was later impressed to Torloth at the hatching.

Family:

Mother - Falian
Father -Zelas
Siblings- Lorlon (M), Berlain(F) Faliath(M) Veiani(f) Dseal(F)

Pet: Tarsi Male cobweb Flitter

Appearance: Tarsi is a black and blue cobwebbed flitt, his black body twined in the deep blue, that varies on the veins from navy blue, to a cerulean blue.

Personality: Extrovert, hugely so, he is every where and anywhere, finding little time to sleep or eat, he is rarely with Z’rel, often to be found, near water or generally high above the clouds, searching for a small bird to eat, he will not eat prepared meat, and hints for his food instead.

Rank: Dragon rider - Weyrharper

Dragon: Cobweb Torloth (Male)

Appearance: Torloth is a white based cobweb, riddled then with black veins, that earn him his title of cobweb. His back doesn't have spines, spikes or ridges. He is a dragon completely devoid of all attire other than his hide. Along his left foot, there is a long scratch, which roughly takes three hand lengths, a scar that runs there, a twisted rope of cream against his snow white hide. Black veins cross this scar in five places, as his webbing is quite closely situated, and to looked for too long and trying to follow the webbings, can make a person quite nauseated and dizzy. Torloth is roughly the size of a medium blue, so roughly ninety foot in length, and posses a wingspan, of a large blue, which helps carry him for a very long time, with a wingspan of nearly 200 foot, his wings reach 195 feet in width. Torloth is unusually strong, from the work he has done, he has gained muscle beyond most of his kind.

Personality: Torloth often suffers from Nostalgia, at the death of his weyrmate, she was killed in a storm, which can often make him a sorrowful dragon. But times when he can over ride this, he is a sensible, and practical dragon, finding alternate routs to everything. Which is one of his favourite things, the ability to do things a different way to every one else. He thrives on the fact he is his colouring, using it to it’s full advantage where he can, especially in snow storms, it is a weather type he loves. As flying against this sort of sky, he is of unrivalled camouflage.

Torloth is a damn hard worker, finding himself working for the majority of the day, on some project or another, whether it be helping around the weyr, or it is improving his ways, or tutoring himself new moves for fighting thread, he will always be working, and rarely stops.

History: For turns previously, Torloth flew a green Faded by the name of Seranth, she was his life basically, and he devoted a great deal of his time to spending it with her. Z’ren was not too happy about her rider, and they did not live in the same weyr. Then a turn later, Seranth, and her rider found their way accidentally into a nasty storm, one where the wind was too strong, and the path to hasty. They got caught in it, and never returned from it. After this, Torloth was distraught for months, now he simply suffers from the occasional bout of nostalgia when it comes to that time of year once more.

Torloth and Z’ren used to be part of another weyr, by the name of Ferlon, where they were appreciated greatly for the work they done, but after the event with Torloth’s Seranth they were begrudged to stay there. So they stayed to see how they would do, but it was not to be. Z’ren and Torloth began to search for a new weyr, finding the newly opened Eulogy, as a possible place to go.