Name: Zofer
Age: 21
Gender: Male
Sexual Preference: Straight
Craft/Hall/Rank: Journeyman Seacrafter
Personality: Cocky and self assured, indulgent parents raised this young man as a seafaring prince and boy, does he live up the role. He's at that age where the world belongs to him and no one could possibly be better than he. Zofer loves to prove himself. What's the use of boastful words if you have nothing to back them with? If he sets his sights on something he'll give every ounce of himself to achieve it. Zofer is anything but a quitter. His desires may change on a whim but once he's chosen to do something, he'll finish the job.
Zofer's competitive by nature, he loves a challenge because it gives him an opportunity to prove how amazing he is. Anything from wrestling, to dice, to even the most thorough job completion will draw his interest if it's suggested that someone might be better. He's not afraid of hard work and underneath his carefree take on life, there is a responsible young man beginning to develop. His constant pushing of his own limits will eventually be turned to others, using the same tactics his mother taught him of alternating goading, encouragement and shaming to get the best results out of those around him.
Failure and Zofer get along like a flit and a tunnelsnake. He doesn't easily forgive failures in others and can it can be downright dangerous if he accepts it in himself. Zofer will almost always blame others for his own shortcomings. He's too good to have actually lost that card game. His opponent must have rigged the deck. There's no way they could have beaten him any other way. Technically he's still better because he didn't stoop to cheating. Zofer's prone to overreacting and melodrama, blowing things out of proportion and holding long lasting grudges.
Speaking of cheating, it's actually something Zofer wouldn't do and doesn't tolerate. You can't be a real winner if you cheat. He believes in attaining the top through sheer skill and of course being an awesome badass.
He fancies himself a lady killer, though his interest in women ends between the sheets. (Or storeroom if that's what you prefer) He feels he's got too much life to live before he settles down with an old maid and he certainly has no interest in children at this young of age.
Physical Description: Zofer is every inch the jolly sailor bold. From his chiseled chin to his broad chest and shoulders, this 6 foot teen exudes confidence. Turns of days spent soaking in the salt of the ocean and the hot pernese sun has darkened his skin to a deep honeyed hue, complimenting his black ringlets magnificently. Dark grey eyes, too light to be considered black, betray his emotions more so than any other part of his expression. As many young men do, Zofer lets his facial hair grow, feeling the dark stubble makes him look older and more attractive.
History: Son of the Master Seacrafter at Ista Hold, Z'fer was practically raised on the ocean surrounding Ista Island. His father, Master Offarren controlled the Hold's docks, keeping logs of which ships sailed in and out and what their purpose was. His mother, Journeywoman Rezza, Captain's her own merchant ship The Bitran Bet . She spends most of the turn ferrying trader caravans back and forth between the main continent and Ista Island. Originally a Bitran herself, she sought her Journeyman status at Benden before traveling the Northern shores, finally settling down in the waters of Ista when she met and fell for the Istan Harbor Master.
Zofer was born on her ship and spent the majority of his childhood at his mother's heels, taking to the craft he was born to with little trouble. The moment he learned to walk he became a beloved nuisance to the Bitran Bet's crew, constantly climbing the rigging and getting himself into the most precarious positions. Never did he need rescuing though as the crafty youth always managed to get himself back down before any of the sailors could get close.
Rezza encouraged this daring behavior in her son, often heckling her crew when they couldn't keep up with the young child. Any sailor that could keep up with her son would earn an extra ration of ale with that evenings dinner. If they caught him, an extra ration for the next sevenday.
It only makes sense that he started his apprenticeship in Seacraft early, taking half of each turn to learn first hand sailing from his mother, and spending the other half learning the managerial aspects from his Master father. At 17 his parents gifted him with Journeyman status and his own small ship, a schooner he quickly named The Flying Harlot to his mother's amusement and his father's chagrin. The Flying Harlot was small, top sail rigged with two masts but it was His. He used it to transport small tithes or groups of passengers from one part of the island to another.
It was during one of these trips, dropping off passengers at Ista Weyr that a dragonrider happened to notice him, offering the opportunity to Stand at Ista's next clutch. Zofer was 18 turns, only a few left of eligible age, and he had a solid career to fall back on. He was tempted. He told the rider he needed to discuss it with his Master and that he would come back within the sevenday with his answer.
His parents weren't exactly thrilled with the idea, especially as he'd only just made Journeyman. Zofer insisted upon trying at least one, it sounded fun and when would he ever be invited to witness a Hatching again? Plus, their son could become Weyrleader. He kept ownership of The Flying Harlot but gifted Captainship to his best friend and first mate, a man he trusted with the knowledge that it would come back to him should he return home and if he didn't...that it'd be available for his use as he wished.
Talents: Flirting He has a deft hand at card games, knows how to tie more knots then you ever knew existed, has an impeccable sense of direction and can sing songs bawdy enough to make a greenrider blush.
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