Zerek to Blue Knightith

Name: Zerek

Pronounced: soft Z - air-ick

Nickname: "Donovan", "Diesel" or Simply "D"

Sex: Female 

Rank: Bluerider, Journeywoman Harper

Age: 25

Birthplace: Fort Weyr

Mother's Name, rank, location: Deverez, Bluerider, Deceased, Rubble of Fort Weyr 

Foster Mother's Name, rank, location: Yesaria, Lower Cavern's Woman, Deceased, Rubble of Fort Weyr

Father's Name, rank, location: K'lerzan, Bronzerider, 56, Southern Weyr

Siblings: S'lane, Bronzerider, 28, Southern Weyr. R'vot, Brownrider, 26, Southern Weyr. Zyler, Greenrider, 22, Southern Weyr. K'lla, Bronze Weyrling, 18, Southern Weyr. Zorinkal, Sr. Apprentice Harper, 16, Southern Hold

Significant others: Just her siblings, she's fairly close to them, and her father. She's had a few relationships, but the usually end up with her, with a broken heart.

Children: None

Height: 5'8"

Build: Lanky, a little muscular, but thin, she's got curves, but she can hide them pretty well.

Hair color/style: Brown with coppery highlights. Straight, and down to the bottom of her shoulder blades, lately it's always tied back.

Eyes: Chocolate brown, with an intensity, that usually makes it hard for people to look her in the eye.

Complexion: Tanned, but lighter then most.

Anything you feel would help describe your persona better: Her stomach, back, arms, and legs are riddled with scars, from when her cover was blown once, and she was seriously beaten, and bloodied... They didn't touch her face though, except to blacken her eye, supposedly the only reason they didn't was as an example, that not even women were safe. She has a few random piercings in her ears, most of the time, just five, two in each lobe and one in the top of the left one. She has a tattoo of a harp on the small of her back, it's very small, but turns before she impressed, she wanted an identifying mark in case something ever happened to her. She only ever has one knife on her, and it's her boot knife...

Habits: Tapping out a rhythm with her thumb, or fingers on a table, she doesn't trust people like she used to, chewing her lower lip when she'd thinking, frustrated, lost in thought. 

Hobbies: Drumming, Watching people, Swimming, Running, Sketching...

Personality: She's quiet, sometimes interpreted as shy, but usually she's just assessing the situation, and prefers to be quiet and ignored. It's only around her family that she really smiles openly, and only around her brothers she laughs, and feels relaxed enough to joke. She doesn't trust people very easily, she's been trained to suspect everything and everyone. She was a tough young woman till the shakes that took her mother from her, and injured two of her brothers. Now she's just plain tough, she doesn't talk unless she needs to, she's not one for gossip, though she does listen to it, because there's always that ounce of truth to it, and she's usually fairly formal with her wingmates, keeping them at arms length, having had her heart broken far too thoroughly for her liking...

Background: Born Zerek, of two very devoted parents, her father a bronze wingleader, her mother a blue rider in the wing above... She was the first daughter, and third child between the pair. She was fostered out but her parents still saw her and her siblings nearly every day. Growing up, she was closes to her brothers Salane, and Relavot, she grew up, one of the boys, and excelled at the harper classes in the lower caverns... She stood on the sidelines and watched as her two older brothers impressed, and when she was twelve, she wasn't searched, and she didn't take the chance to stand on the sands, as she hadn't been searched, so she traveled to the Harper Hall...

Turned out she was tone deaf, she couldn't sing, and she didn't like to, but she could drum, and keep a beat. She loved drumming, but that was her second passion. Her first being following around one of the older apprentices. .. She was amazed at the way he could blend in any where, and hide in such plain sight, and after a little begging, he taught her... She caught on fast, a natural almost, and for the next five turns of her apprenticeship she shared his task, being one of the nobodies, one of the forgotten harpers, the ones that gathered information, infiltrated dangerous groups, getting the inside information, and sabotaging the group from the inside, or turning it over to the authorities if it was too dangerous.

She made Journeywoman at eighteen, she would have made it a turn sooner, but she'd spent a turn infiltrating a group that was planning on attacking the Weyrs, and some one, from the hall had blown her carefully derived cover, and the leader of the group made an example out of her, cutting her up and beating her enough that she was barely recognizable, when an Elite Guardsman from High Reaches Hold was making his way to Fort Hold, found her on the side of the road, dehydrated, and bleeding badly... He'd barely been able to tell she was female. He'd been closer to Fort Weyr then the hold, and had taken her there, and she spent nearly six months in the infirmary. The incident was the reason for most of her scars, and for her distrust of most people. She spent another three months at the Weyr getting back on her feet, and the Guard checked in on her every sevenday, she's still close friends with him, and very thankful for him. He took the time once she was healed to teach her many fighting styles, and mostly self defense.

A few months after she made Journeyman she journeyed back to Fort Weyr to spend a few sevendays with her family, and was surprised when her mother's blue searched her, just before the Hatching started. She did as her siblings and parents pushed her to do, and stood, and only a candle mark after being searched she was bonded to the most beautiful blue she'd ever met. Knightith was one of the last to hatch, and one of the clumsiest, but he quickly found his feet when he found his lifemate. She did well in Weyrling Training having heard enough from her brothers about it, and having a natural knack for learning.

Once she graduated, she managed to get permission, to continue with her Harper work. But she was only allowed the missions that would keep her gone a maximum of two sevendays at a time, as she couldn't stand to be away from her lifemate much longer then that. She was away on such a mission, when Knightith became frantic, and started keening. She'd felt the tears in her eyes before he'd even told her what had happened, as she'd slipped away from the group she was with, and gone straight for her lifemate. He'd told her her mother had been killed. They did a quick fly by, and the tears came harder seeing the Harper Hall, and Fort Hold, but some how, her lifemate picked out Gallagher, her close friend, and the guard that had saved her, as he tried to get away from the molten rock, and the shaking ground. Knightith swooped in, and grabbed him, as well as two other people, and they retreated to Southern Weyr, where she knew her father had been transferred, with her siblings, where she knew her mother had been about to transfer to, the next day...

Her long time friend Gallagher is now at Southern Hold, and she has stayed close with him, he's one of the few she'll confide in. He's only a few turns older then her, and she trusts him implicitly. She hasn't done anything for the Harpers since the Shakes...

Her brothers have kept bothering her, as well as her father, trying to figure out just why she's closed off so much, but she knows they just wouldn't understand that the Harper Hall was her second home, her second family...

So she's asked for a transfer to Free Falling, with the sworn promise to Gallagher to check in with him once a sevenday at least, either in person, or with her flit Titus...

Dragon Information

Name: Knightith 

Age: 6 Turns

Color: Blue... He's a dark cerulean blue all over, with a blazing electric blue on his muzzle, his tips, and edges, and a dark almost black blue on his webbing

Sire/Dame: Bronze Galforth, Golden Gretith

Personality: He's a bold and daring blue, he'll speak up where his rider will not, he's got spunk, and a bit of an attitude to make up for the fact that he's 'only' a blue, or that's his reasoning. He's protective of his lifemate, and he hates that she's gotten her heart broken when he is there to protect her... He gets along well with most dragons, and he's smarter then he lets on, taking after his lifemate.

Wing: Moon Bright Wing

Weyr Impressed at: Fort Weyr

HOLD or CRAFT Information:

PET Information:

Name: Titus

Age: 7 turns

Color: Brown, a chocolate brown, with splotches of a much darker brown, like some one threw paint at him.

Species:  Flit.

Personality:  He's a loyal, and clever brown, understanding his mistress, and she's spent a long time training him, to assist her in what she did for the Harper Hall...

Hold or Hall name: Harper Hall

Craft:  Harper

Time spent in Craft: About 13 Turns, though she's been inactive for the past two...

Rank achieved: Journeywoman