Zaekrin, Wherling of Citrine Zaekrinsk

[Zara]

Name Zaekrin
Pronunciation (zay-crin)
Age 20 Turns
Season Born in Winter

Gender Male
Sexuality Bisexual

Appearance Zaekrin stands at a rather impressive six feet three inches, but has a less than impressive build, being rather thin in overall build, making him look rather awkward. He’s used to it though and doesn’t let how people look at him get to him. He has large hands with slender, long fingers. Otherwise, he looks rather bony. His slender and tall body is generally dressed in clothing that has to be modified to fit him, which makes it a very good thing that he is a weaver by trade.

Because he is a weaver, however, he is very good with the fabrics and things he puts together in his clothing and uses to patch up any holes and things that might make his life a little more difficult, though they don’t seem to bother him. He generally wears a very serene expression on his tan face, which is generally framed by his blond hair, which is long and somewhat unkempt, sticking up and falling at different angles all over his head. His face is longer in shape with high cheekbones and somewhat hollow cheeks. His eyes are a crisp blue and rather large, deep-set in his face. He isn’t particularly handsome or particularly not handsome unless you consider him a plain kind of handsome.

Personality Zaekrin. What can you say about him? Well, for one, he is rather easy going and relaxed. He will rarely, if ever seem uptight in anyway. He takes everything in stride and doesn’t let much bother him, even when he has been teased for his own appearance. He doesn’t necessarily give off a great air of confidence, however, though he doesn’t seem unconfident either. He seems to be one of those people that just kind of seems to be.

Which is a rather interesting thing considering how good a friend he is capable of being. He tends to get along very well with people. He is kind and gentle. He is the kind of guy you can rely on to be there when you need someone. He will be one to give you a hug when you cry, to smile and laugh with you. His friendship comes with no prices, really. He doesn’t expect anyone to give in return what he has given for them. In this manner, he can be very easily taken advantage of.

Despite all the times he has been used, Zaekrin has no hard feelings or grudges. He is aware of them, painfully aware and may even hurt, but he won’t show it. He will put on a smile and continue to go about his life, as if it simply doesn’t bother him in anyway.

Family (if any)
Zaevin, father, weaver
Danyrii, mother, Healer
Daedra, sister, rider of Green Mrith, 25
A’vin, rider of Brown Vinerath, 24
Zara, sister, Healer, 22
Zareal, sister, weaver, 19

Location From Sollace Hold, now at Trelis Weyr
Rank wherling, Journeyman Weaver

History Zaekrin was born twenty turns ago to a waver and his healer wife at Sollace Hold. He was not particularly the cutest baby when he was born, but his mother and father weren’t complaining. He was their fourth child. When he was a Turn old, his mother became pregnant again with his younger sister, Zareal, who is now eighteen Turns.

Zaekrin grew up with his siblings to help teach him and protect and offer all kinds of guidance, both good and bad. However, despite having a good relationship with his eldest sister, Daedra, his relationship with the sister who was only two Turns his senior, Zara, was always somewhat rocky, which is where his very good and directive brother Aeravvin came in. He was always a good peace keeper and Zaekrin admired him, but as he grew, he was saddened to find that he could not be him, no matter how he tried. It bothered him somewhat knowing that he was failing. Even when he was only eleven Turns, which, was when the first of his siblings, Daedra was searched. He was happy for her. He loved her, but he missed her. She Impressed to a Green that same Turn and sent word back to her family, but they didn’t see or hear from her much thereafter.

He learned and grew and became closer with Zareal and learned to get along with Zara, but, again, it happened again. This time Aeravvin was searched. He didn’t hear from his brother after that, but Zaekrin didn’t hold a grudge against him. In fact, the then fifteen-Turn-old learned just how great it could be to be himself in those five Turns between his brother being searched and his own subsequent Candidacy, but as a Wher Candidate.

Craft Weaver
Ranking Journeyman
Strengths He is very skilled with a needle and thread and just as skilled with matching and using different fabrics and the creation of them, creating or weaving them being his favorite portion of his craft.
Weaknesses He is not very good at sitting and working on things for long periods of time and has difficulty, at times, keeping his mind on what he is working on, often daydreaming and possibly stabbing his thumb.

Then it was just one egg left, and as if hearing that the candidate nearby wanted it to hatch, it answered with a final chitter...then stopped. One, two, three...nothing happened. Four, five, six...seconds passed, still nothing. Then, with a sudden burst it shattered the shell and popped out, the orange hued yellow and gray hide shimmering in the moonlight. It was another Citrine male like its previous sibling, this one slightly smaller. Tilting its head, it looked around, wondering where all of its clutchmates had gone off to. It was lonely, it wanted its other half!

Whining, the citrine hatchling rolled around on the ground, throwing a mini-tantrum for a while until finally it stopped. Fine, it'd have to find a new playmate then....sniffling, it looked around again. No, no, no, no, no....NO! Huffing, the citrine wheret plopped down onto the sands and cried out again. Where was His?!?!? As his eyes opened again, the wheret locked eyes with Zaekrin. Oh! Zaekrin'sZaekrinsk see now. Zaekrinsk not alone, Zaekrin here for Zaekrinsk! Wagging its tail, the citrine tried to snuggle against the boy's foot.

Citrine Zaekrinsk


Impressed to: Zaekrin
Rank: Citrine
Size: 4.6 feet
Color: Body f2b90d, Markings b4b4b4
Personality: Sweet, Gets lonely, Melodramatic, Random, Silly, Playful, Whines a lot, Childish

[Lark]

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