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Name: Zacros
Played by: JD
Pronounced: Z-ack-cr-ohs
Nickname: Zac, Zaccie, or
Little Zac
Sex: Male
Rank: Weyrbrat
Age: 5, and proud of it.
Birthplace: Telgar Weyr
Mother's Name, rank,
location: Eros, Greenrider, Free Falling Weyr, 23
Father's Name, rank,
location: Zacarry ('Big Zac'), Journeyman Smith, Ruins of Telgar
Weyr, Deceased at 24.
Siblings: None... He wants
some though...
Significant others: His
partner in mischief Apolloyn, his mother's canine.
Children: No (I'm disturbed
at the thought...)
Height: Average for a boy
his age
Build: Lean like his father,
lanky, and maybe an inch or so taller then the average, but close enough it
doesn't matter.
Hair color/style: Black hair
like his mother, if it ever gets long enough it would have the loose curls
as well, but he has his mother cut it short for him, and it's usually off in
every direction including straight up.
Eyes: Deep midnight blue
like his fathers, they have a wisdom, and an innocence there.
Complexion: A light tan,
that may darken with age, as his father had a dark tanned complexion.
Anything you feel would help
describe your persona better: A couple scratch scars on his shoulder from a
flit, he's an adorable child, he's usually in boots, brown weyrhide pants,
with all sorts of pockets to hide his treasures and snacks, and a black or
blue tunic, usually with a hole or two or sometimes a stain, after all he's
just a little boy...
Habits: Knowing his mother
and 'Foxie' can save him from anything. Getting into trouble even when he
doesn't mean to. Chewing on his lower lip, when he's thinking. And he does
still sleep with a stuffed canine his father won him at a Gather in Telgar.
Hobbies: Getting into
mischief, staying close to Apolloyn- his personal bodyguard- his mother's
canine. Watching the dragons, climbing, digging, making things, he loves to
build, and make things, be it beading a necklace for his mother, or one of
his friends, or making a sand Hold, on the edge of the Weyr Lake. A few
times he's even gotten to slip into the kitchen and help the ladies make
pastries.
Personality: It's still
developing, as he's only five, but his mother and father instilled in him
good manners. He knows women are equal to men, and that they are to be
treated that way, and usually it gets him an extra pastry with the kitchen
ladies. He loves to discover new things, or new things to him, he loves
animals, aside from Flits, he has a horrible fear of the little dragons. And
he will avoid them at all costs, or at least hide behind his mother. He's
observant, but young so some of the things he sees don't yet make sense to
him, but some day maybe...
Background: Born to Zacarry
and Eros, he was a much wanted Child, and enveloped in love since his first
kick to his mother's stomach, and into his father's hand. He was born in the
middle of the night, during a heavy snow at Telgar Weyr. He was a healthy
child, and holds a set of lungs that made even his mother's green wince.
His parents both loved him,
and he had the privilege of never being fostered, as while his mother was a
rider, his father was a smith, and the pair worked together wonderfully to
raise him, he only went to the Nursery or Crèche when his parent's were both
working, or they needed a little time for each other.
His father started to teach
him the easy things about smithing, and even let him 'help' make his mother,
Eros, a necklace for her Birthing Day a turn ago, having the boy help him
come up with the design, and then help him make the chain, and let him watch
from the doorway as he made the pendant.
It was about that time, that
he was scratched deeply by his Nanna, the Nursery lady's green flit Lady
Biter, when the green decided to rise from her perch on his shoulder, and
then moments later he was knocked hard to the ground by browns, blues, and
bronzes, that chased after the green.
He told his father later,
when his father found the bandage on his shoulder, at bath time, and Zacarry
being the father that he was, went to the Nursery, letting Apolloyn watch
his son, and proceeded to inform the woman, about the 'error of her ways',
as well as then informing the Headwoman.
His mother has taught him as
well, how to help care of her green Foxith, and the green loves him as well,
talking to him sometimes, when his mother is busy, or she knows he's about
to get into trouble.
His mother had just
retrieved him from an after noon with his friends, in the Nursery, when the
ground started to shake. He remembers his own fear as well as hers, as she
scooped him up, and ran for Foxith, he remembers leaving with her and
Apolloyn, and he hates to remember the months spent in the refugee camp, the
sadness that was in the air.
His mother told him that his
father is gone, but something inside makes him hope, and believe he isn't
dead. He's starting to get used to life without his father, but he still
misses him, just as much as his mother does...
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