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Welcome to the weyr of Dragonrider Z'ai and brown Brath!

History:

Zacharai grew up a Weyrbrat at Benden Weyr, raised by the kitchen staff and the caretakers of the beasts that fed the dragons. A child of an unsuccessful flight coupling, Zacharai knows who is parents are, but does not know them personally, other then that his mother is a kitchen drudge, and his father is a dragonrider. Shortly after birth, his mother passed him off to another, and since then, he has grown up under the caring hands of many.

At 7 turns, one of the Master cooks caught him in the kitchens adding unknown spices to that day's soup. A heavy backhanded scolding ensued and he was nearly banned from the kitchens, but the cook tasted the dish soon after and realized young Zacharai had a knack for tasty concoctions.

But cooking had never been a calling to him, and soon he explored the kitchens less and less, and roamed the herdbeast and wherry pens more and more. Although the beasts were destined for the stomachs of dragons, Zacharai learned that they still needed to be properly cared for and raised, to serve as the best meals for the guardians of Pern. At 9 turns, he became an apprentice BeastHealer, and a Journeyman at 19 turns. It was then he left Benden Weyr, traveling from Hold to Hold, passing through an occasional Weyr, never realizing that something was drawing him west, and that he would eventually call High Reaches Weyr his home.

Current:

Now a Sr. Weyrling, he's not so swamped with keeping Brath from itching anymore. Now, his time is focused on keeping Brath occupied, as he has discovered that his beautiful dragon is extremely destructive and irritable when bored.

Appearance:

Even though he is almost always outside, the tan of his skin is not from the sun, but natural. His charcoal colored hair is a comfortably short length that allows him to wake up in the morning and do absolutely nothing to it. With eyes the color of a dark whiskey, he captures the lust of many of the Weyr's ladies. Tall and lean, he stalks rather then walks, and reminds many of a carefully restrained feline, ready to pounce at a moments notice. However, he is almost never seen without something covering his torso; at 16 turns, an unlucky check-up on an aggravated bull herdbeast left Zacharai with a nasty gash on his back from right shoulder to left hip, and the scar is something that still causes him physical pain.

Personality:

Zacharai retains the demeanor of a wild feline; relaxed, quiet, focused, but sometimes feral. His temper isn't connected to a hair-trigger(meaning, he doesn't explode at the slightest things), but when something pisses him off, his rage is nearly a palpable aura around him. However, when he is relaxed, others just seem to relax with him. His laugh, though rarely heard, is rich and warm, just like his whiskey colored eyes.

Mostly, he keeps to himself and the creatures he cares for. Social situations are an awkward moment for him, because he usually doesn't know what to say to keep a conversation going. He would much rather listen quietly to those around him then interject with anything of his own. However, if a situation arises where leadership is needed, he isn't afraid to take charge.

He is also a driven individual. When he sets out to do a task, no matter the difficulty, he will do nothing else until he has accomplished that task, regardless if it means exhaustion, possible personal injury, or disobeying orders.

Even though he knows he is handsome, he doesn't flaunt it, and turns rather shy if someone compliments him on his looks, or flirts with him. Regardless of his lack of flirtation skills, he is not a stranger to lust or sex, and has bedded with more then a handful of unsuccessful riders after a mating flight, regardless of gender. Sex to him is a wonderful way to simply feel good, and both men and women have qualities he finds appealing.