Name: Zafir
Age: 21
Gender: Male
Appearance: Zafir is a compact, blocky young man, cut almost entirely out of angles and sharp edges. He is very short, only barely topping sixteen hands
5'4" tall. His hair is very shaggily cut, clearly something he did himself without any kind of reference, and it often obscures his abnormally green eyes, a point of constant hassle to him. Still, he'd rather be blinded than slick his hair back with wherrie fat.
Position/Rank Weyrling Brownrider
Weyr: Dovan
Mate (If applicable): None
Personality: A natural born leader, Zafir has been known to create groups of willing and loyal followers for even the most arbitrary of tasks, ever since he was a young boy. However, he is uncomfortable with the idea that people gravitate toward him and his commands so easily, and occasionally has antisocial outburst because of this. For the most part, however, he is good natured- though nervous in the extreme- and enjoys being ensconced by friends. And, perhaps aware of the charismatic sway he holds over others, he is always careful to choose his words with wisdom.
Short History: Originally from Nerat Hold, Zafir had always assumed he would be a fisherman, just has his entire family had been. In fact, on the morning that the Dawn Sisters fell from the sky, Zafir had been as sea, and was one of the first to realize that something terribly wrong had just happened. Having been out on the water for three days, and with supplies for another sevenday of sailing, he, his father, and his shipmates chose to weather the effects of the cataclysm on the water. It proved to be a wise choice, as most of Nerat's inhabitants were flooded out, including any of the boy's relatives who hadn't been on the water. When new holds began to be established, Zafir and his small knot of relatives immediately headed for New Ista, another sea-hold where their long family history and skills would not be wasted. However, after a threadfall ended just short of the New Tillek's borders, Zafir was searched by a blue and his woman-rider during a shift volunteering on the ground crew.Though he was mostly opposed to the idea of standing on the hatching sands at Dovan for the first clutch after the cataclysm, his father insisted, claiming that he'd always known his son was too good with people and strategy to be wasted at sea.
When he arrived at the Weyr, Zafir made a point of cutting off his long hair, which had up until then, been held back my a piece of string. He also vowed to find himself a weyrmate before his dragon- for he was certain, and terrified, that he would impress- had the urge to fly. Perhaps it was childish, but he did not want his judgment tainted by the feral instincts of something other than himself.
Pets (If Applicable): A pair of bronze flitters, Serrin and Cor, and their queen, Kalt. All [
three] have been trained to hunt and kill vermin at sea, though the do equally well against tunnel snakes and small pests in the Weyr. Notably, Kalt has only ever had one mating flight and she hid her clutch in the wild. Zafir was at sea alone on a skiff when the flight took place, and has never shared a bed with anyone, as a result.
Sexuality: Unexplored
Original home: New Tillek
Family Business: Fishers
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