Race:- Mixed Blood, Rattler Half-Dhani
Birthday:- 5th of Winter, 473
Age:- 39
Birthplace:- Syliras
Title:- 5th of Winter, 473
Gender:- Male |
Appearance, Concept, & History |
Appearance Standing 6'5", Zera is a tall Half-Dhani Rattler. At first glance he looks much like a human, with the exception of his eyes, the eyes of a snake. He is physically fit, with toned muscles over much of his body. His eyes are a grayish green, the traces of green hard to see on a cloudy day. He has a moderate stubble beard, with short black hair.
Concept Despite his bloodline as a Half-Dhani, Zera has sworn to be a faithful beacon of hope and protection to the people. He is highly motivated, and his greatest goal is to perfect his body, form, and technique so that he might master non-lethal combat.
Because of this, Zera studies all forms of weaponless combat, and is eager to learn what he needs to learn for becoming a knight.
Despite his values, and the will to inspire hope in others he is fairly quiet. He will often take time to construct the right thing to say. He is usually only enthusiastic when he is having a good time training, otherwise he takes a serious outlook on things.
If he were to come across a man or child, he would attempt to console them and inspire them. He accepts that it is not within his power to inspire everyone, but he continually makes it a goal to do so. He may go to great, humiliating lengths to inspire.
He will generally punish or hold in low regard those who follow the darker path of life, or those that intentionally induce despair into others. If he believes he can uplift them from their ways, he will attempt to do so.
In his dedication to become resilient, he will often shrug off insults with a laugh. He will generally not insult others, unless he thinks he can do it in a manner that would help an individual. His eyes are the most common basis for insults, but these insults do not bother him at all.
He is very calm, collected, and thoughtful in everything he does. He is also blindly faithful to Priskil and Yahal, also holding any other gods that might appreciate his values close to his heart.
He views magic as a tool, one that can easily backfire from misuse. He is afraid of it, because he does not understand it. For this reason he constantly works to understand magic that he is presented with, to know how to control and use it for the greater good.
Though Zera once had a speech impediment when it came to pronouncing the letter s, it has been beaten out of him over the years by Sylirans. He is now in control of it.
History
Origin
Zera had been born a Half-Dhani, his biological mother was supposedly of great beauty, but was forcefully beset upon by the affection of a Dhani who had grown obsessed with her. When he was born, he was abandoned, the mother fearful of what sort of monster he might become. The family he was abandoned unto disliked him due to his reptilian eyes.
The adoptive parents were very hard on him, and his slow aging together with his eyes made it difficult for him to garner friendship. Alone in the world, he began to harbor resentment for his family who had punished him, and the children who would judge him. He began to pray to Priskil for comfort, but even that did little to help.
One day, in a brightly lit courtyard Zera sat upon an empty bench. A lady with blonde hair sat upon the bench next to him. She was silent, speaking not as Zera stared forward at the field of wheat before him, illuminated by the sun.
After some time, the lady spoke. "Young one, why are you so distant?" She asked. Zera turned his head to meet the source of her voice, met with a warm smile and eyes that seemed to rival the beauty that the suns rays had bestowed upon the field.
Zera was speechless for a moment, holding his tongue. He broke his gaze upon her, looking instead back to the fields. "I am the child of a hated creature." He said, with a hint of disgust in his voice. "None would show me kindnesss, even when I have kindnesss to give."
"I am sure there is always kindness among friends. If you are as kind as you say, then you would let me bother you from time to time, for a friendly chat?" The lady said.
Zera's eyes lit up, and he turned to meet her gaze once more. "I would like that, I would like that very much!" He said with enthusiasm. "I am Zera." He added. "What is your name?"
The lady tilted her head, and smiled. "Priskil." She stated, capturing Zera's emotions, and beliefs with a single word.
"Prissskil, like the goddess?" He had said, naive at the time.
He didn't receive an answer, instead the lady stood from the bench, and turned to him. "I will always be there for you, Zera, but I must be going. I have duties to attend to."
He nodded in response, fully understanding, or so he thought. Zera waved goodbye as he watched the lady leave, and he felt the hope and confidence that inspired him to continue on in this life as somebody with courage, hope, and a good nature.
Priskil continued to visit him throughout his lengthy childhood. It only took a few visits to realize that she was indeed the goddess, and he never presented the subject to her. Eventually, Priskil held both of Zera's hands, and he could feel the light pour into his very soul. From this point on, he was marked by Priskil on the back of his right hand.
From that point on, Zera's life changed. Others began to look beyond his eyes, and see him for who he really was. If it had not been for Priskil, he may have never had hope, nor the determination to give hope to others. Squire
To be written at a later date... |
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