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Name: Zexear
Age: 24
Nameday: 3552.04.27
Sex: Male
Sexual Orientation: ???
Weyr: Western Weyr
Rider Rank: Wingrider
Previous Rank/Craft: Glasscraft Journeyman (Blown Glass Maker)
Physical Description: A solid man, Zexear stands on the taller side. Broad shoulders that taper into thick, richly tanned muscles and laced with the occasional burn or scar. His head is a shock of rich, dark hair, falling past his shoulders like a wavy waterfall - though it’s mostly pulled back off his neck. His eyes are a rich medium brown, like warm earth beneath the sun. Zexear’s choice in clothing is rather plain, sticking to more practical designs than anything extravagant. There’s a good-sized score up Zexear’s left leg, a reminder of a botched move during their first fight with thread.
Personality: Best foot forward and a winning smile, every day that Zexear starts will always be giving his best. This artist will always give his best, no matter what’s going on around him or the world wants to crash around his ears. Life is an adventure, and no matter what Zexear is always prepared for it. From trying some new tea to exploring some little sandbar coast island his dragon can barely land on -- it doesn’t take much to sell Zex on something new to try out of life. In fact, he looks forward to it while chucking caution to the wind eagerly. How else can you get those little quirks of life if you don’t put yourself out there? He does so with a limitless energy, as it helps the constant spring of his mind and body settle down some. Ever since he was younger, Zexear has always had a near limitless stream of energy that he was told would temper with age and maturity….. Nah. He’s got better things to do than that! It does leave him restless; legs bouncing, fingers itching and drumming-- eager to do something, especially when boredom hits hard. Growing up, he’s learned tricks and games, or sometimes just straight exercise to burn that energy off. But sometimes when he has to sit still, has to focus? It can be hard.
This artist is a creative soul, deep down. It helps when he does personal projects with glass, crafting elegant dragons and firelizards or fancy cups and pitchers with adornments. In his quest to find ways to rein in his tide of energy, he’s come up with quite good goals and games -- little quests and objectives to reach. Zexear embraces life with open arms, eager to experience new things, see new sights -- anything that might help give him a boost in his expressions and work. It helps him to see the potential in everything, that no matter if something ends up horrible -- it can always be saved. While he’s always open and able to try and fix things, Zex can be rather hard on himself after the fact. No matter if it’s his glasswork, how a drill or a fall goes, or even just a social interaction that went a bit awry -- Zexear is critical of himself and how he could have done better. By no means is he a perfectionist -- far from it, for what in life is ever truly perfect? But he tries to find the flaws and weak points in whatever had failed, to learn from mistakes and grow from them, even if he’s apologizing for it for weeks after the fact.
True to his nature, Zexear is a very transparent person. What you see is what you get, for there is no hidden agenda, no minced words. He wears his heart on his sleeve and his eyes wide and expressive. Compliments roll off his tongue from the pits of his being, for he honestly means every sweet word that may come out; however, the same goes for every awful word as well. There’s little to no filter on Zexear, and if someone asks his honest opinion on something he finds awful, he’ll say so. Not that he won’t feel awful after he’s hurt someone’s feelings, and will kick himself about it for weeks after the fact. But he lacks a certain gracious air about him, when he can’t quite shut his mouth fast enough to stop a harsh critique.
Positive Trait List: Creative, Adventurous, Genuine
Negative Trait List: Self-critical, Energetic, Tactless
History: Born in the rich spring of Ista Hold to a pair of happy parents, Zexear was the second of four children. It was a happy childhood growing up -- latching onto his older sibling, while at the same time growing into the figure his younger siblings could latch onto as well. His parents, both glasscrafters respectively, were both eager and delighted when, as Zexear approached his 11th nameday, he asked if he might be able to learn the family trade. Though neither of their specific craft specializations -- for his mother was a ceramics maker while his father was a lenscrafter -- it wouldn't be until he apprenticed under a man named Jikinar that he fell in love with blown glass and the beauty of the different shapes. His love of the craft made him an eager learner, and he soaked up anything and everything Jikinar had to say and teach.
At the age of 17, Zexear was able to walk the tables as a journeyman, and was the shining moment for him. He received a flit egg from Jikinar, hatching into his darling Heiress -- a means of communication. He would strike out on his own -- to hone and sharpen his skills on the long journey of perfecting his craft.
Yet it wasn't long until disaster struck -- thread had returned. It brought a hard line of fatality, as suddenly his quiet life he'd planned out was disrupted by the uncertainty that came with the spores. Zexear would soldier on, for though the world was suddenly filled with more uncertainty, more fear -- he couldn't just very well stop loving his life, now, could he?
He was around 22 when his life would suddenly give a sudden switch, as a searchrider had found him -- a sweet woman from Western. Zexear had been all but excited to accept, writing to his family (and to Jikinar) of his life's sudden change in direction.
Yet it would be a few hatchings that he stood for, it would be quite a special hatching he'd stood for that would end up being fortuitous for Zexear. Drama on the sands, between multiple hatchings and even the brown sire had his eyes roving -- for babies were always going to be babies, and it was all Zexear could do to keep his mind on happy, welcoming thoughts and leave his opinions to pick back up at the sands entrance. Multiple sets of twins born to Killakeeth, yet there was only one dragon who caught his eye. He was practically regal, even for being fresh from the shell. Head held high, even for one so small, as he watched some of his clutchmates squabble.
I wish I could help them. A wistful thought that breezed through Zexear's mind, as he found himself agreeing. His head turned to watch his siblings, glancing up at his clutchfather, before turning to look at Zexear once more, only this time, there were rainbows in those eyes. Alas, I cannot -- but have heart, dear Zexear, your Diardith has faith all will be well.
It would seal their bond tight, with Zexear bewildered that this little cutie never disappeared when he closed his eyes. Though they finally reached the precipice of adulthood together and crossed over, they both stand eager to defend both their home at Western and the people of Pern as well.
Other: He’s got the one firelizard, but Zex wants an entire cloud of them someday. One day.
DRAGON
Name: Diardith
Origin of Name: Diardith's name derives from the sunda clouded leopard's scientific name, Neofelis diardi.
Inspiration: Sunda Clouded Leopard - The Sunda clouded leopard is a medium-sized wild cat native to Borneo and Sumatra. It is listed as Vulnerable on the IUCN Red List since 2015, as the total effective population probably consists of fewer than 10,000 mature individuals, with a decreasing population trend.
Color: Brown
Personality Steady as the oldest rivers, as reliable as the sun setting and the moons rising, Diardith is a reliable sort of dragon. Diardith makes steps to make anyone who seeks his company to feel at ease, that he may always be a confidant to those who may need it -- be it clutch siblings, wingmates, or any who might seek him. Every motion he makes, from every step to every word spoken is taken with careful measure. He is not the sort to be wasteful in energy nor words -- and there was a time when he was younger that it drew the worry that the brown's energy was low. However, it’s merely just how Diardith is -- steady and slow to the beat of his own drum. Patience runs through him in spades, for he is prone to plans and have no trouble waiting as long as something may take. Wide wings and a calm mind keep him on the narrow path of the future -- for he craves things. A fine view, a mate to love. The dragon of his desires, of his dreams, and never minding if it takes actual turns to see fruition of slow flirts and careful moves. The woes of Diardith’s hearts if he is not to the speed of the dragon his hearts have been set upon!
However, Diardith isn’t an antisocial dragon -- far from it, in fact. Quiet conversation is where he thrives, or even just listening to some dragon’s long-winded ranting. He prefers more gentler conversations, for there is never heat or fire in Diardith’s hearts or mind while on the ground. Confrontation isn’t in Diardith's hearts, for if there is conflict or anger, they tend to stay rather demure. A fight isn’t worth much of anything, apart from the one against thread.
Size: 41'
Physical Attributes: From the shell, Diardith has always been large -- and that hasn’t let up even into adulthood. He has a broad carriage, toned muscled leading into large, wide fans of his wings. His blooding wasn’t kind to the dragon, as a large threadscore laces up his left forearm, across the chest, and up the shoulder.
Additional Notes: Diardith's flame is practiced and sharp, a column of fire that burns hot and bright -- even if it is not very long.
Diardith flies like an arrow, true and focused. Any gold that may catch his attention will have an attentive and honest chaser. Greenflights will be of more picky taste, for though he is a romantic soul at heart, Diardith will usually not chase unless there is personal feelings involved; he simply doesn't have the energy to expend.
However, should love come into Diardith's life, he will find it easier to stay focused. A whole of attention to focus down onto a beloved, though flights may still send things into upheaval with their unknown factors. They desire nothing but a romance soft and sweet for his tender hearts.
Why Me: If Diardith is the river, ever steady and faithful, Zexear is the unpredictable wind above him. Opposite in every way, they compliment each other in their balances. Diardith’s steady, slow nature helps to temper Zexear’s boundless energy, grounding his rider when he seems about ready to fly away without him. Likewise, Zexear is the breath of fresh air that Diardith sometimes needs to be reminded to take, that there is some spontaneity to life and sometimes unpredictability can be fun. Diardith adores how his rider can keep them on his toes, and the honest nature of Zexear.
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How did your character behave during Weyrling Training? Though they had to lean on the other for support, both Zexear and Diardith found drive and passion in weyrling lessons. Zexear found it all one grand adventure -- places to learn to visit, watching Diardith get big and strong!
What did your character think of so many twin dragons? What did your character think of having not one, but two, gold sister? So many twins! Zexear was a touch starry-eyed each time a twin egg hatched, and enamored by the twin golds as equally as the blue-green and bronze-brown. Diardith adores his clutchmates, especially so of his sisters -- even if the drama at the hatching wasn’t quite to his style.
How did your characters do during flying lessons and Between training? Were they naturals or did they struggle? Though Diardith is a low energy dragon, he had no problem with lessons, especially with flying -- though there was some concern about wing muscle strength early on. Zexear found a lot of motivation to help Diardith exercise, to build muscle and tone so he could keep up with his siblings. At the beginning of between lessons, Zex struggled -- a lot, for his abundance of energy made it hard to concentrate. However, as practice went on, he grasped desperately to concentrate and found himself growing better with some help and focus.
How has your character been handling being graduated and a real dragon rider? Hype, hype, hyyyype. Though there’s pride at being fully-fledged riders defending their home and planet, Zexear is also just as excited to be able to explore in their free time, to see new sights and experience new things eagerly -- especially with Diardith at his side.
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