Z'kiah - Burning Skies MUSH

Neither bulky nor slim, Zak's build is a pleasant in-between; he's got muscles in the right places, but he's also lean and lithe. His eyes are a clear, bright blue and his hair is a coppery shade that falls somewhere between blonde and brown, depending on the season and the light - summer accents it with lighter streaks, which fade in winter. He's around 5'11 when all's said and done, pleasingly proportioned from head to toe and with a complexion that's tanned by Igen's bright sun.

Personality

Although he tries not to be, Z'kiah is quick-tempered and will often act first and think later. Despite this flaw though, he's a decent enough sort of guy; he'll open doors for the ladies, turn on the charm and try his luck at just about anything, while constantly being on the look-out for the next best thing for him to do, acquire, or become. He's definitely big on self-promotion and comes across as quite arrogant and self-centred because of it… which is actually a fairly accurate description of him, really.

Family

Name	Relationship	Vocation	Current Location	Adoptable*?
Zakariat	Father	Trader; manages a trading base	Igen Hold Trader's Square	No
Aaliyyah	Mother	Trader; manages a trading base	Igen Hold Trader's Square	No
Ziyyah	Sister	Trader daughter / Resident	Igen Weyr	Yes
Zaaria	Sister	Bluerider Weyrling	Igen Weyr	Yes
Kaaliyah	Sister	Greenrider Weyrling	Igen Weyr	Yes
Zakariah	Brother	Trader son / Resident	Igen Weyr	Yes

*mail me on the game if you're interested in adopting. ;)

Pets

Cole

A whippet of a mutt enrobed in silky, fine fur, this bitch is a mish-mash of smoky colours. A predominant shade of dove grey is spattered and coloured with varying shades; deeper near-black creates a saddle on her back, while also capping her muzzle, tipping her ears and booting all four of her slender paws. Grey a shade lighter surrounds her near-black eyes, patches appearing here and there across her sides and flanks, while white streaks up from her damp, dark nose, mottling her chest and the fluffy end of her bushy tail.

History

Coming from a long line of wheeler-dealer traders, it was no real surprise that Zakariyyah inherited the gift of the gab and the knack of making a quick mark here, there and everywhere possible. The trading family he was born into focused their business primarily on the area surrounding Igen, though their connections to the Holds beyond that brought them in plenty of goods found elsewhere on Pern. That was - and still is - their specialty; importing goods from elsewhere on the planet, especially paper and paper-based products.

Zakariyyah's family aren't nomadic, like the rest of the caravan. Their responsibility lies in manning the base of operations - a store in Igen Hold's trading square, from which goods are ordered, bought, sold, transported, couriered… you name it, and they'll likely do it. Running the business is Zakariyyah's father, Zakariat and his mother, Aaliyyah; the rest of his immediate family consists of his sisters Ziyyah, Zaaria and Kaaliyah, and his younger brother, Zakariah.

It was a stroke of genius on Zakariat's behalf (or so he believes, anyway) that had him bundle off his children to the Weyr, in the hopes that they would all impress - it would certainly give them the competitive edge to have a small wing of dragons at the caravan's beck and call, without having to pay courier marks for their services. Surprised that he hadn't though of it before, he got in touch with his contact at Igen Weyr, made the necessary arrangements, and sent his small gaggle of kids off the next time the caravan rolled in.

They arrived at Igen just before Zakariyyah's 22nd turnday, weary from the road but excited at the prospects of what lay ahead. As the oldest, Zak has taken it upon himself to be somewhat responsible for his younger siblings, but with so many distractions (not to mention distance dealings with his father and the business), he left them pretty much to their own devices while he took time to discover himself and run the family store he set up.

When he was asked to Stand for Oraceth and Ruweth’s clutch, Zakariyyah didn’t quite believe Renata was being serious. However, for the sake of his father’s wishes (though he told Rene he’d do it just so he could have his dragon fly hers), he accepted and became a candidate. All four of his siblings were also searched.

On 13-20-2756, the humming of the dragons announced that the eggs would be hatching. With his brother and sisters by his side, Zak stepped out onto the Hatching Sands at Igen Weyr. Zaaria and Kaaliyah weren’t long in finding their lifemates, but the last three trader siblings were left watching as the final bronze made up its mind. It came as a shock and a half when Giedith chose him, but Z’kiah wouldn’t have had it any other way.

Son of a Goat so Basically Also a Goat Bronze Giedith

Great Horned Egg

Unassuming, not overlarge, shadowed striations traverse the shell of this egg, over a background of mottled brown and cream, aged bark of an ovoid tree long since lost its leaves to the dry heat. To say that an egg has horns would, of course, be ridiculous, but two dark streaks slash across the upper half on opposite sides, curving just so, as though someone went and drew them on with black ink. On the up side, it wasn't a toothbrush mustache.

Physical

Some message lost between genetic code and its expression; this bronze is almost misshapen, and certainly not any proper figure of majestic metallic glory. Stubby legs, too skinny for a stout body, thick neck and a broad but ultimately someow too-small head. Piebald color seems confused as to what it ever wanted to be in the first place; huge, clearly-defined patches of color, except for that metallurgical sheen almost true brown, leave glimpses of a mutant-pale base over his stomach and sides and blazing up his muzzle. His headknobs are huge, back-curving, dark and irregular, metal beaten into that shape by an inexpert blacksmith remembering tales of bronze weaponry and achieving instead something in the way of an abstract coat-rack.

Credits

Giedith is a goat. Goddamn goats. They're everywhere. Can't get rid of them. He's a little bit Toothgnip and a little bit plain old goat. Giedith is from the Arabic for 'billy goat', or else possibly the Goatish word for 'the goat that is this goat', since goats do have names for themselves, after all. His egg is totally unrelated to goats in any fashion whatsoever. He was written by Luc (who I absolutely lovelovelove), who is absolutely not taking kickbacks from any kind of goat-industry trade group.

Personality

Of all of the hopes and dreams of young men these days, very few contain goats. There are a number of legends which involve goats, but rarely is the goat a central character. A boy and his horse, sure. A boy and his dog. Never a boy and his goat. This deficiency in the creativity of the storytellers of your youth, Z'kiah, is not our responsibility. A goat is a perfectly good friend and adventuring companion.[*]

You have not, of course, Impressed a goat, you've Impressed a dragon, but the difference is minute and therefore not worth mentioning, at least in this particular case.

Your brand new bronze goater, dragonis an impressive creature. Perhaps, we will grant, not impressive so much in the sense that others will look at him with awe and wonder, so much as that he will at least impress himself on their memories. His distinctive countenance may not lead the Lord Holders to regard you as their equal, but they will remember you, "the guy with the funny looking dragon, Z'something."

Your fellow weyrlings and wingmates, too, will no doubt be very impressed by how much you contribute to drills. « Have you thought about what they're asking us to do? This stuff falls out of the sky and *eats everything that touches it.* I don't want to fly up there while that's falling. Have you all gone mad? » People will certainly remark on how they have never actually seen a bronze attempt to hide behind a green before. Or one that faked having a head cold to get out of morning sweeps. It might be for the best; it's certainly not as though Giedith has any talent for flying Thread. Or flying, at all, at first. Getting airborne is going to be tricky for him, landing even more so, and forget any kind of aerial acrobatics. Eventually, he'll pick up some tactics, but they're likely to be unconventional at best. « Look, do you want us to be pretty or do you want us to be breathing? »

He's snarky and dismissive to his fellows at the best of times, in addition to being unattractive, none of which will adequately explain the appeal he holds to certain vapid-but-well-built females. It probably helps that he cheats at flights. We must, however, caution you that under no circumstances should you heed his particular variety of relationship advice, as it may be hazardous to your physical or mental health. This particularly includes any suggestions that you simply offer to remove a woman's undergarments with your teeth, and/or directives that you'd have better luck if you wore a bucket over your head and only met women in the dark.

[*] No guarantees are made as to the suitability of this particular model for friendship and/or adventuring.

Mindvoice

Not whiny. /Bleaty/. There's a vibralto sort of bleat to everything he says, accompanied by dustiness.

Clutchmates

Laney and gold Nashuith
D'lendel and bronze Inicoth
H'nan and bronze Kazandath
S'val and bronze Kahreth
K'pod and brown Drachiuth
Chandri and blue Tezlath
Jendira and blue Poith
Fay and green Zsaeliath
Iadris and green Yselkith
Serena and green Akiith

NPC:
Zaaria and blue Tetsuyamath
Kaaliyah and green Chouxith

Hooks

Before Impressing Giedith, Zak lived just off the Trader's Square for about half a turn, and just outside of Igen before that. He ran his father's shop there, and occasionally sold firelizard eggs amongst the usual 'anything goes' trading stock.
He's a terrible flirt. While he's not always successful, it's quite possible that if you're female, in your late teens or older, and you've met him, he'll probably have hit on you.
One of his favourite haunts is The Dry Drunkard. Most likely he'll have run into you there, if you go there too.

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