(Lovely art by Tatterpixie)
Name: Zi’aso (Formerly Ziriaso)
Age: 27 Turns (Nameday 3547.07.15)
Sex: Male
Sexual Orientation: Omnisexual, Polyromantic
Weyr: Western Weyr
Rider Rank: Wingrider
Previous Rank/Craft: Vintner - Mixologist Apprentice, Dessert Specialist dabbling
Physical Description: If one could take the general tones of a swiftpawed feline and throw them into a person, Zi’aso would reflect that too well. He’s tall and long--standing at a solid 6’. Yet for as long as he is, he’s the right shade of graceful rather than lanky. His muscle is all lean, athletic build. Zi’aso is strong, even if he doesn’t seem it. His face is a bit angular, looking more like a feline’s or even a more-founded dragon face, with cheekbones that aren’t overly sharp yet still standing out. He’s on the paler side of tones, with a mess of dusky matte black hair that falls to his nape in wild, loose curls. It helps frame his rather mischievous green-hazel eyes that are always watching, calculating. A smattering of freckles highlights his face, soft enough that in certain lights they may be invisible. Zi’s nose is a bit crooked, broken from being in the wrong place, wrong bed, or saying the wrong thing. A casual, boyish smile that borders more on wolfish just helps reinforce his charm.
Should Zi ever take his shirt off, all down his back is tattooed very lovingly by his .. friend he transferred from Ista with, Q’dosh. His back is varying shades of green. Three stripes run from his hairline down to his tailbone. Swiftpaw spots spread out on both sides of his spine, spreading out until they start to get to the front of his chest. While these are his only tattoos, Zi’aso isn’t completely against possibly getting more.
Zi carries himself with confidence, with a swagger and a hip pop that make him stand out, and try to highlight his best quality -- his body, in his own mind at least.
Personality: At his best, Zi’aso is a fun-loving guy. He prefers to fill a room, drawing attention to him like a lightning rod. Since he was young, this outgoing man has always drawn people to him. The eldest of four siblings certainly didn’t tamper down any sense of responsibility, instead just inflated his ego. It helped foster a bit more of a party boy attitude in him, with a devil-may-care smile to shrug off the bigger things in life.
His varied knowledge in alcohol has led to using it to his best advantages. Why not use it where he could best benefit from it? Mixing drinks to suit each person’s tastes, down to guessing their personality from their preferences has become a bit of a game. Something to wow people and help get a foot in the door. It’s this combination with his dabbling on what flavors pair well with certain desserts that has led him to becoming a bit of a trick pony -- working to get on the good sides of anyone he can to charm himself into their good graces, and sometimes into their bed.
A boyish smile and charming personality to get close to someone like the schmooze he’s become. Buttering someone up just to get that bit ahead in life. He’d rather try to get himself into the pockets of as many people as he can. After all, why not keep a possibility to heave himself up when he can? This habit is only further reinforced by his impressing a green, and strives to carve any niche he can to keep her safe --himself is rather secondary.
Yet, despite what a name or reputation he has made for himself, any would be surprised to find that Zi’aso is an affectionate lover. Those that don’t mind his open, prowling ways are still subject to Zi returning to give affection, steal a kiss or a roll in the sheets. A hedonist at heart, he likes to return to his comforts -- alcohol and sex right at the top. He’s not a bad man, and any that are caught in his web are certainly never left without the knowledge that he does roam, and while he does care, nailing Zi down is nil impossible.
Positive Trait List Lover, Charming, Extroverted
Negative Trait List Hedonist, Advantageous, Irresponsible
History: Zi’aso was born Ziriaso to a married couple on a vineyard cothold in the Benden area. The first of his siblings, with two brothers and a sister following after a few turns of being the only child. He grew up happy and healthy, and unfortunately spoiled. Ziriaso craved the attention, so when he learned he wouldn’t be the only He was almost six turns before his mother became pregnant again -- with two more following just shortly after. But this new responsibility of siblings did nothing to squander the only-child mentality, and stole the spotlight from his siblings.
That isn’t to say that he doesn’t love them, or wouldn’t break someone’s face for insulting his baby siblings -- no.
Just give credit where it’s due, please and thank you.
When he was nearly seventeen, Ziriaso had begged his parents to allow him to seek apprenticeship at Vintnerhall. The red vineyard only held his attention so much--he wanted to learn, wanted to grow his skills! He began his apprenticeship with a mixologist, learning to blend alcohols and drinks together to make mixed drinks to soothe any palette. Yet, still unsatisfied in his craving of knowledge and skills, he began a lowkey relationship with a dessert specialist--learning the keys of the trade while also helping to keep someone’s bed warm at night.
He honed his skills, learning all he could--and in turn using those skills to sharpen his charisma and flirt with a good population of the Hall (it was during this time his nose had been broken twice, yet Ziriaso never fessed up who assaulted him) at least until he turned 21. A search dragon from Ista had arrived, looking for any candidates to stand for the hatching, and had found Ziriaso willing.
Tiernoth was the sweetest green, mild mannered even straight from the shell. Ziriaso became Zi’aso, and suddenly his life had a new meaning. While his schmoozing ways had benefited him--he was determined to use this to make any advantages in his life--and Tiernoth’s. Weyrlinghood breezed by, as Zi had a good hand on the reins to make sure he stayed in line.
But his free time was spent cozying up to anyone who would return his interested gaze, particularly his fellow clutch riders. But no one could have expected thread (at least, no one that was outside High Reaches, after all.) Ista had been heavily affected, and the pair did all they could to help repair their home. But with the transfer of Tiernoth’s clutchtwin Turanth and his rider Q’dosh to Western Weyr, it hadn’t taken much to convince Zi to transfer after them. For his green near craved to be close to her brother, and who was Zi to deny her anything on Pern?
Other:
DRAGON
Name: Tiernoth
Age: 5 (shelled 3569.02.14 from Banshidheth x Rokeenth's clutch at Ista Weyr)
Color: Green
Size: 25’
Physical Description: The bulk of this lovely green is a mid emerald color. Yet when you get closer to her extremities, they shine like jewels. A lighter spring green shimmers in bands across her wingsails and tail before shattering into glimmering dust. This same shade trails down her nose bridge, and speckles up her feet. She is an average-sized green, mostly correct in her proportions save for a long, whip-like tail. Yet the way this demure girl carries herself, you’d never think she was on the larger side of average.
Personality: Tiernoth is a very soft, sweet green. Demure in nature, she is an introvert at heart. While it doesn’t manifest itself into social anxiety, it is clear she often tries her hardest to not be a burden on anyone or any dragon around her. She does her job, but mildly frets that she is taking up more space than necessary. She is the polar opposite to her rider, quiet in his loud--gentle to his charm.
Due to her soft nature and tendency to make herself as small as possible, Tiernoth has a bad habit of repressing her flights until absolutely necessary--despite encouragement from her rider that it’s certainly okay. Therefor her risings are utterly unpredictable and more on the wild side, as she can not hold them back any longer. But once they’re done, she’ll hide in her weyr for a few days until the memory fades as much of her wild tear in the air--or, as much as a threadfighting dragon can, anyway.
Dragon Art or Proof of Obtainment: 4th of July Baben
