Description
Here is a lad who carries himself with swaggering pride, defiance echoed in not only how he holds himself, but his stride. Scrawny, lanky, and short for his age, he seems all elbows, knees, and blazing enthusiasm. Wild, sun-bleached brown-gold hair is kept defiantly long and unkempt and seems constantly in his face. Stubborn-seeming as only a preteen can manage, vibrant blue eyes stare out from beneath that messy hair, under dark eyebrows that seem constantly half-quirked in some private amusement. The set of an angular chin reflects the stubbornness, while upright shoulders scream pride — not that you couldn't see that one by taking a look at his expression, which seems to constantly verge on a smirk. A force of nature contained in just over four feet of height, it seems impossible that so much fury could be contained in such a small, awkward package, but there you have it. And if he smells faintly of explosives…what's it to you?
History
Alzanbri was born the first son of a rider pair at Fort Weyr, Zalana and R'iahn, riders of green Zaivanth and blue Jaesriuth, respectively. They were Weyrmates, and had been for several turns when he was born — into a relatively large and infinitely loving family that would grow to drive him completely batshit. He was a difficult infant, and spent a good percentage of the time loudly voicing his opinions on all matters big and small. This trait only grew as he did, but his patience did not, and by the time he was four, he was having drawn-out arguments with his mother about the merits of bedtime, the usefulness of eating vegetables, and just about anything else he could come up with. Zalana was patient but firm, while R'iahn was impatient but not prone to disciplining the child; he /argued/ with him. Generally, R'iahn won their debate sessions (humans have good reasons for sleeping at night, and plus, if he didn't get his butt to bed, the tunnelsnakes would eat him), but from time to time, even Alzanbri managed to out-stubborn his father.
The advent of a younger sister hardly pleased young Alzanbri. He was righteously (as far as he was concerned!) jealous of the girl, from the time she was born. Briahla, however, was quiet and calm — and eventually, given several sevendays of digesting the new status, he didn't so much hate the baby as dislike her. She was a girl. What are girls good for? Alzanbri had no idea that these months would be the last with his mother; he was very much his mother's son, for all that he seemed to take after his father's dragon more than anything. But when Zalana's life was taken in the line of duty, his was turned on its' ear. Still entirely too young to properly understand the full consequences of what had happened, Zan recovered from the shock as most children do, while he spent several months with R'iahn's youngest sister and her own children. One of R'iahn's longtime friends, closest other than Zalana, and his honorary aunt O'rly also helped during this period, while nobody really saw much of R'iahn.
He missed his father (and mother!), of course, but he was a very busy boy. Ierne had a good population of children with which to make friends, and of course he set immediately to that — bragging all the while about his mother, of course. The tale varied, but by the time R'iahn had recovered, half of the Weyrhold's brats were convinced that Zan's mother was some sort of semi-legendary heroine who had taken out several rabid felines with her bare hands, then flown headfirst into a storm by herself to save a whole hold, only to die trying. It was a suitably noble death, as far as he was concerned! But after a few months of living with his father, the man broached the subject of foster care; he and Zalana had never considered it. But with Zalana gone, R'iahn's own upbringing nudged him more and more towards the option of fostering. He, after all, had a strong relationship with both foster and real parents, and wouldn't have been dragged from either if he could have helped it. So it was that a relatively resentful Alzanbri found himself shipped off to Ista; at least his new foster parents were friends of the family, though. R'iahn managed to talk the family of Hallac and Sigam into fostering his wayward son. Alzanbri wasn't exactly keen on the idea, but he lost that particular argument roughly twenty eight times before he gave in to the logic his father set forth. Stupid parents.
Ista's hold was an odd place for Zan, but the boy adjusted quickly. Sig's family accepted him into the fold and he quickly began to think of them as just another extension of his own rather large family, no matter that he couldn't and wouldn't explain as much aloud. When Sigam became S'gam, Zan was as proud as can be and bragged, no doubt, to at least the entirety of the weyr-and-hold-brat population, and when Ittisieth's eggs hatched another of his foster-sib's dragons, Cai's Ariebth, he spent an equal amount of time preening about that. Though he studiously completed his duties at home, the boy would also spend entirely too much time at the Weyr, more often than not managing to escape notice from those who would realize who he was and why he didn't belong — but occasionally, there were the long days of tedious reading or untangling massively tangled nets for going off by himself. Not seeming to mind, the lad has built himself a reputation among both hold and weyrbrats as somebody they can count on to help them get into and out of sticky situations. You know, such as buying a runner at ten turns old. Or sneaking off in a row boat in the middle of the night to see if you can find buried treasure off-shore.
Not that he'd ever do things like that.
Family
| Name | Relation | Location | Position |
|---|---|---|---|
| R'iahn | Father | Xanadu Weyr | Rider (blue Jaesriuth) |
| Zalana | Mother | Deceased | Rider (green Zaivanth) |
| O'rly | Honorary Aunt | Xanadu Weyr | Rider (green Sanldoth) |
| Briahla | Sister | Xanadu Weyr | Weyrbrat |
| Isica | Foster-mother | Ista Hold | Seamstress |
| Emhall | Foster-father | Ista Hold | Journeyman Seacrafter |
| S'gam | Foster-brother | Ista Weyr | Rider (bronze Ittisieth) |
| Hallac | Foster-brother | Ista Hold | Messenger |
| Cai | Foster-sister | Ista Weyr | Weyrling (green Ariebth) |
| Esiae | Foster-sister | Ista Hold | Holdbrat |
Firelizards
Waving in the Wind Blue Quin
The wingsails on this blue are larger than most, constantly seeming to flutter in the wind while his body is covered in undulating patterns varying from such a dark blue as to be nearly black to such a light blue as to be nearly white. The patterns sway back and forth, like grass moved by an invisible breeze.
Starscape of Intellect Blue Belior
A rich hue of ultramarine bathes this blue, highlighted with pale crystal patterns, in the glory of the nightly landscape. Uneven loops and spirals of topaz and paler color ripple outwards in rings from his nose across his neck and back. More rings radiate out from the tips of his long, slender wings, cascading tourqoise and lapis lazuli in ripples of luminous colors. From his tail tip back towards his body, more muted vapor blue loops color him with the shudders of a dying star. Around his eyes are smaller blue ring markings the color of the old Japanese phenomenon known as foxfire.
Forbidden Hunger Bronze Adonys
Sinful layers of bronze have been heated, folded, and bent ever-so-lovingly by the hands of a mastersmith into the form of a sleekly proportioned firelizard. His hide is far from being pure bronze, though it could hardly be construed as muddled — rather, layers of finest metal have been worked to create a subtle woodgrain to ease over his sensual physique, his hide bright from the tantalizing application of platinum and tempered with warm copper. Alluring gold and purest bronze play their roles most charmingly, but subtle accents of devious silver warp and weave their way throughout until they gain prominence at his slender talons. His wings are the greatest masterwork, great veils of scintillating brilliance that, when turned this way and that, create the illusion of being any number of the other metals that his hide appears to be wrought of. When cleaned and well-oiled, his hide can be near-blinding … and, thus, create a most tempting lure to draw the eye and hand of the unwary.
Other Pets
AKA 'secret pets', because really, he probably shouldn't own them. Slightly. Maybe. Technically.
Male Feline Lady
This poor feline is going to have some major gender issues when he grows up. As a result of a pair of children's unfortunate lack of knowledge about feline genders, his name is Lady, and that's that. Black as anything, large-boned and slinky, this young feline is quite handsome. His eyes are jungle green lined with softer bronzes, normal enough for a feline — in fact, it would be quite hard to pick him out of a crowd of felines, except he's much too large to be a female cat. And he answers to "Lady". But, yanno. That's about it.
Female Show Runner Firefly
At twelve turns old, Firefly has learned a few tricks. Namely, how to ignore too-young riders when she damn well feels like it. Pretty might she be, golden champagne with a pretty white star between her eyes, 'Fly' as she's creatively nicknamed is as kind as she feels like being. That depends on the day, the season, the weather, and how much you can bribe her with.
Dragon
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