Character Name: Zeyleen
Age: 16
Sexual Orientation: Bisexual
Craft/Rank: Trader/Candidate
History: Zeyleen has spent her entire life with her father, partially because she has no idea who her mother is. Instead the entire caravan has served as her surrogate family, watching over her and teaching her how to become one of them. The first years of her life were filled with haggling and quality checks and numbers until she turned 15 and was allowed to run her own stalls. At this point her education turned more to inventory and pricing and less on how to buy things from others. The things Zeyleen specialized in was rather odd. When she laid out her inventory one would find bows next to books of fairytales next to light flowy clothes next to various bits and pieces she’d picked up off of Ancientcrafters.
When Zeyleen wasn’t making sales or adding to her collections there was one hobby she greatly enjoyed. Zeyleen loved to hunt, and whenever she could she would volunteer to pad the caravan’s foodstuffs by hunting and cooking various local wildlife. There was nothing better to her than running over the plains or through the underbrush in search of prey, with nothing but a skinning knife and a bow for protection. The one thing Zeyleen looked forward to most through all her life was when they pulled into the Holds to trade. The first thing Zeyleen would look for were the dragons. The deepest wish she held was to fly. Never once had she ever had the chance to fly until the Searchrider took her away from her caravan. From that moment on her deepest goal was to Impress to a dragon of her own.
Description: Zeyleen has never had a proper home so to speak, and so she’s never had a place to stay indoors in. As a result her skin is darkly tanned from the sun of traveling around the southern continent. Her dark black hair is plaited into two braids falling down her shoulders and tied at the bottom with thin leather strips decorated with tiny golden beads. Alternating bracelets decorate her arms in multiple colors when she can get away with wearing them. Her dark black eyes gaze out sweetly from her heart-shaped face. All about her Zeyleen resonate a ‘sweet young girl’ image, though she’s well beyond her childhood years, a simple glance could tell you that. Her father says she’s the spitting image of her mother, a gentle, womanly figure with smooth dark skin. Years of work and hauling heavy objects has developed a strong build though, and there is no lack of muscle in her moderate frame.
Personality: Zeyleen is friendly enough, though she has a habit of looking at the world with what the caravan calls ‘friendly indifference’. She has little interest in humans outside of her caravan, and has a particular interest in birds. To such an extent that she collects any feathers she can find and works it into her clothing. A feather hair clip is almost always in place, though she has a habit of letting them dangle from earrings, necklaces, belts, and any other bit of shiny jewelry. In fact much like a bird Zeyleen adores jewelry, and any other shiny attachment she can add to her clothing.
Zey’s interests are rather varied and never very deep. She adores books of fairytales but never has time to read them with all the moving about. She enjoys clothing and fashion design but never has the materials to make anything and the only one she ever has any opportunity to dress is herself. She adores the little Ancientcraft trinkets and those she rarely sells, stockpiling and collecting them, but she has no knowledge of the craft nor how any of it works. As such Zeyleen never really spends a whole lot of time on one thing, her attention is quickly drawn on to the next thing. The only time she’s ever capable of really focusing on one thing for any length of time is when she’s hunting. When the wind becomes her body and the leaves become her whispers. When she ceases to be Zeyleen and instead becomes the world around her.
Zeyleen thinks very little of future, though now that she has been searched she has a vague outline of things she might do with her life. Should she Impress, which is her ultimate goal now that such a goal has been made available, her primary dream is to fly. Though once this comes about she only has vague concepts after that. Rank means little to her, and she thinks that maybe someday she’d like to be a Searchrider, flying across the continent searching for caravans like hers. Of course she wouldn’t tell anyone else that’s what she was doing, but she felt that those who didn’t have any specific place to be Searched would get a chance. Who knew how many perfectly good, or even great, riders weren’t being Searched simply because they traveled a lot? It wasn’t their fault they were born into a Trader’s caravan.
Other: Post Color: Maroon (#691F01)
Age: 16
Sexual Orientation: Bisexual
Craft/Rank: Trader/Candidate
History: Zeyleen has spent her entire life with her father, partially because she has no idea who her mother is. Instead the entire caravan has served as her surrogate family, watching over her and teaching her how to become one of them. The first years of her life were filled with haggling and quality checks and numbers until she turned 15 and was allowed to run her own stalls. At this point her education turned more to inventory and pricing and less on how to buy things from others. The things Zeyleen specialized in was rather odd. When she laid out her inventory one would find bows next to books of fairytales next to light flowy clothes next to various bits and pieces she’d picked up off of Ancientcrafters.
When Zeyleen wasn’t making sales or adding to her collections there was one hobby she greatly enjoyed. Zeyleen loved to hunt, and whenever she could she would volunteer to pad the caravan’s foodstuffs by hunting and cooking various local wildlife. There was nothing better to her than running over the plains or through the underbrush in search of prey, with nothing but a skinning knife and a bow for protection. The one thing Zeyleen looked forward to most through all her life was when they pulled into the Holds to trade. The first thing Zeyleen would look for were the dragons. The deepest wish she held was to fly. Never once had she ever had the chance to fly until the Searchrider took her away from her caravan. From that moment on her deepest goal was to Impress to a dragon of her own.
Description: Zeyleen has never had a proper home so to speak, and so she’s never had a place to stay indoors in. As a result her skin is darkly tanned from the sun of traveling around the southern continent. Her dark black hair is plaited into two braids falling down her shoulders and tied at the bottom with thin leather strips decorated with tiny golden beads. Alternating bracelets decorate her arms in multiple colors when she can get away with wearing them. Her dark black eyes gaze out sweetly from her heart-shaped face. All about her Zeyleen resonate a ‘sweet young girl’ image, though she’s well beyond her childhood years, a simple glance could tell you that. Her father says she’s the spitting image of her mother, a gentle, womanly figure with smooth dark skin. Years of work and hauling heavy objects has developed a strong build though, and there is no lack of muscle in her moderate frame.
Personality: Zeyleen is friendly enough, though she has a habit of looking at the world with what the caravan calls ‘friendly indifference’. She has little interest in humans outside of her caravan, and has a particular interest in birds. To such an extent that she collects any feathers she can find and works it into her clothing. A feather hair clip is almost always in place, though she has a habit of letting them dangle from earrings, necklaces, belts, and any other bit of shiny jewelry. In fact much like a bird Zeyleen adores jewelry, and any other shiny attachment she can add to her clothing.
Zey’s interests are rather varied and never very deep. She adores books of fairytales but never has time to read them with all the moving about. She enjoys clothing and fashion design but never has the materials to make anything and the only one she ever has any opportunity to dress is herself. She adores the little Ancientcraft trinkets and those she rarely sells, stockpiling and collecting them, but she has no knowledge of the craft nor how any of it works. As such Zeyleen never really spends a whole lot of time on one thing, her attention is quickly drawn on to the next thing. The only time she’s ever capable of really focusing on one thing for any length of time is when she’s hunting. When the wind becomes her body and the leaves become her whispers. When she ceases to be Zeyleen and instead becomes the world around her.
Zeyleen thinks very little of future, though now that she has been searched she has a vague outline of things she might do with her life. Should she Impress, which is her ultimate goal now that such a goal has been made available, her primary dream is to fly. Though once this comes about she only has vague concepts after that. Rank means little to her, and she thinks that maybe someday she’d like to be a Searchrider, flying across the continent searching for caravans like hers. Of course she wouldn’t tell anyone else that’s what she was doing, but she felt that those who didn’t have any specific place to be Searched would get a chance. Who knew how many perfectly good, or even great, riders weren’t being Searched simply because they traveled a lot? It wasn’t their fault they were born into a Trader’s caravan.
Other: Post Color: Maroon (#691F01)
