Z'tan

Description

Z'tan
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Gender Male
Current Home Half Moon Weyr
Place of Birth Fort Weyr
Occupation Weyrling
Hair Blonde
Eyes Blue

The most unfortunate feature on this young man's face is certainly his nose - a nose he can blame solely on his father. Aside from that, he is handsome enough - light blonde curls, a defined jawline and a cleft in his chin, and piercing blue eyes, though again, there is that unfortunate nose. His build betrays an active lifestyle - his 6' frame is lean but solid, and no stranger to a multitude of odd tanlines.

His clothing is simple but effective - trousers, top, and dark work boots.


History

Zeltan is the son of Melze, a greenrider of Fort Weyr, the result of one of the young woman's first flights - and the son of the ever infamous L'ton. Growing up at Fort, he certainly heard of his lineage, but was not particularly close to either parent, raised instead by the Weyr as a whole. While his peers found their skills lay with the arts, healing, or other crafting, Zeltan seemed to have no claim on any one particular skill. And so, while the others of his age group left for apprenticeships or found their life mates on the sands, he was left behind.

As he reached his middle-teens, the stories of his father seemed to begin again with the aging bronzerider's ascension to Weyrleader at Half Moon, and this time, Zeltan paid more attention. Perhaps too much attention, depending on who was asked. The appearance of a trader's caravan one day had the young man making a snap decision - and when they departed they had an additional blonde form in a wagon, signed on as a generic helper, ready to travel and see exactly what his lineage could get him. While 10 turns has passed, Zeltan remains with the Trader caravan, earning a reputation of his own as a caravan guard - though no one will say whether it is a *good* reputation.

Narrator Voice: It was not. However, it did turn out that his charisma was helpful for being a Trader, and so he is slowly building a customer and contract base - and often mixing business with pleasure.


Family

Name Relation Location Position
L'ton Father Half Moon Weyr Bronzerider and Former Weyrleader - Bronze Dhonzayth
Melze Mother Fort Weyr Greenrider
Ellira Daughter (Jazhira) Monaco Bay Weyr Infant
Plus literally 100-something half-siblings

Firelizards

Green Smile
Rukbat's rays glide across the grass-green hide of this firelizard, chasing over muscle and flesh, teasing at the hollows of her joints and ribs, leaving the faintest patina of gold overlying the rich emerald. With a dancer's frame, one expects grace and joy, and one would not be disappointed; ever-present cheer simply radiates outwards, from sparkling sapphire eyes to the proud tilt of her whipish tail.

Brown Otter
This hatchling's sweet tempermant is matched by his milky chocolate coating. Darker hues are baked onto his wings, making them appear nearly black. Light tan rolls from his chin, down along his neck and belly, resembling a dusting of raw sugar. Aged mahogany brushes across his cheeks, limbs and the tips his nubby headknobs.


Dragon

Promises You Don't Intend to Keep Bronze Ysgieuth
Massive and thoroughly powerful in form and bearing, this bronze strikes an impressive figure. He's balanced, for the most part, for all that his legs err on the short side, sturdy in bone and muscle. This carries over throughout — a strong, crested neck, athletic shoulders, broad wings not too long for quick maneuvering. Walnut makes up the bulk of his coloring, warm and burnished, worn darker around joints and his topline. Bright shades of cinnamon and caramel seem to cling to the edges of him, limning the fronts of his legs and gilding the aristocratic arch to his snout before streaking up elegant headknobs and sharp 'ridges. Here he gleams, polished to the metallic shine he deserves, warm as though infused with candlelight. Indoors, he maintains this heated radiance, certainly not dull, but not nearly as flashy as some. Sunlight brings out the brilliant details of his lustre in places previously easy to dismiss: the center of his forehead, those powerful shoulders, and all down his tail, an elaborate pattern of gilt that sets him apart from his brethren. In flight, his wings show much the same intricacies, a base of pale tawny inlaid with candescent bronze in loops, braids, and distinguished ornamental patterns.


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