Z'ven is above average in looks. His lean frame stands at 6'2 and is heavily muscled from his turns of riding. His rugged good looks is barely messed by the light threadscore running almost diagonally down the left side of his face. His Hunter green eyes, appear studious and penetrating. His face is rather square in looks with a patrician nose, and slightly slanted eyes. His Jaw, well defined. His Dark Alburn hair is keep short, almost nonexistant to make it easier for the helmet (when grown long it's curly and hard to control) His normally seen wearing, dark colored breeches and a tunic.
Z'ven is as moody as you can get. He likes people but hates their personality. His grouchy tendencies have a habit of sneaking up on unsuspecting victims, if you've made him mad. He believes a healthy body is a happy body and believes in working out everyday (when not flying thread). He is a born leader, always dictating (though agreeably and never forcing) people with what he thinks is best for a situation.
Brief History of Persona:
From a young Age Ziaven was thought to be the Heir. He had a herd (roughly 6 young brothers and sisters the count her got before there were too many) he was in charge. Taking charge form the beginning taught him, the sooner something is done the better. He learned later though that fastest isn't always the best. When he was 9 his Father died leaving him and his mother to watch his small hold. They though we're taken over by an unsuspecting family member and in the middle of the night, He had Ziaven removed and sent to a Smith's hold to become an apprentice. Ziaven never understood why but, he accepted it and strived to be the best there was. Not having his family, Ziaven became less sociable and more of an introvert. After earning his Jr. Journey man knots, Ziaven, discovered what really happened to his small hold. He left the Smith craft then and was on the way one when a search rider brought him to stand At Fort. With in 2 hours the hatching began and Ziaven became Z'ven life mate to Bronze Phyreith.
Brief Description of Dragon:
Phyreith is built more along the line of a brown, but bigger. His build is to put is nicely is huge. His walk brings to mind lumbering, yet he has a fine bone structure. His feature, almost delicate though in proportion with his body. His color is a dark bronze, his hide, lighting only slightly on his underbelly and under his wingsails. A more likable Bronze there is not. His perpetual drangonic grin is contagious, along with his antics to tease his rider. He finds humor in helping young weyrling and like to share his knowledge of " Phyreith's How To guide". He believes as a bronzes he is what everyone should strive for.
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